crysis’in sanirim bugli bir bolumu. vadide adaminizi korurken u$uyerek donmasini engelleyebilmeniz icin once uzaylilari oldurmeniz lazim ki dagda bir gedik acilsin. sonra o gedikten girip yanan arabalarin onunde adaminizi isitmaniz lazim. save yaptiktan sonra ayni yere dondugunuzde uzayli falan gelmiyor olabilir, bir onceki save den oyuna donun sizde.
paradise lost
paradise lost
when i beheld the poet blind, yet bold,
in slender book his vast design unfold,
messiah crown’d, gods reconcil’d decree,
rebelling angels, the forbidden tree,
heav’n, hell, earth, chaos, all; the argument
held me a while misdoubting his intent,
that he would ruine (for i saw him strong)
the sacred truths to fable and old song
(so sampson groap’d the temples posts in spight)
the world o’rewhelming to revenge his sight.
yet as i read, soon growing less severe,
i lik’d his project, the success did fear;
through that wide field how he his way should find
o’re which lame faith leads understanding blind;
lest he perplex’d the things he would explain,
and what was easie he should render vain.
or if a work so infinite he spann’d
jealous i was that some less skilful hand
(such as disquiet always what is well,
and by ill imitating would excell)
might hence presume the whole creations day
to change in scenes, and show it in a play.
pardon me, mighty poet, nor despise
my causeless, yet not impious, surmise.
but i am now convinc’d, and none will dare
within thy labours to pretend a share.
thou hast not miss’d one thought that could be fit,
and all that was improper dost omit:
so that no room is here for writers left,
but to detect their ignorance or theft.
that majesty which through thy work doth reign
draws the devout, deterring the profane.
and things divine thou treatst of in such state
as them preserves, and thee, inviolate.
at once delight and horrour on us seise,
thou singst with so much gravity and ease;
and above humane flight dost soar aloft
with plume so strong, so equal, and so soft.
the bird nam’d from that paradise you sing
so never flaggs, but always keeps on wing.
where couldst thou words of such a compass find?
whence furnish such a vast expence of mind?
just heav’n thee like tiresias to requite
rewards with prophesie thy loss of sight.
well mightst thou scorn thy readers to allure
with tinkling rhime, of thy own sense secure;
while the town-bayes writes all the while and spells,
and like a pack-horse tires without his bells:
their fancies like our bushy-points appear,
the poets tag them, we for fashion wear.
i too transported by the mode offend,
and while i meant to praise thee must commend.
thy verse created like thy theme sublime,
in number, weight, and measure, needs not rhime.
when i beheld the poet blind, yet bold,
in slender book his vast design unfold,
messiah crown’d, gods reconcil’d decree,
rebelling angels, the forbidden tree,
heav’n, hell, earth, chaos, all; the argument
held me a while misdoubting his intent,
that he would ruine (for i saw him strong)
the sacred truths to fable and old song
(so sampson groap’d the temples posts in spight)
the world o’rewhelming to revenge his sight.
yet as i read, soon growing less severe,
i lik’d his project, the success did fear;
through that wide field how he his way should find
o’re which lame faith leads understanding blind;
lest he perplex’d the things he would explain,
and what was easie he should render vain.
or if a work so infinite he spann’d
jealous i was that some less skilful hand
(such as disquiet always what is well,
and by ill imitating would excell)
might hence presume the whole creations day
to change in scenes, and show it in a play.
pardon me, mighty poet, nor despise
my causeless, yet not impious, surmise.
but i am now convinc’d, and none will dare
within thy labours to pretend a share.
thou hast not miss’d one thought that could be fit,
and all that was improper dost omit:
so that no room is here for writers left,
but to detect their ignorance or theft.
that majesty which through thy work doth reign
draws the devout, deterring the profane.
and things divine thou treatst of in such state
as them preserves, and thee, inviolate.
at once delight and horrour on us seise,
thou singst with so much gravity and ease;
and above humane flight dost soar aloft
with plume so strong, so equal, and so soft.
the bird nam’d from that paradise you sing
so never flaggs, but always keeps on wing.
where couldst thou words of such a compass find?
whence furnish such a vast expence of mind?
just heav’n thee like tiresias to requite
rewards with prophesie thy loss of sight.
well mightst thou scorn thy readers to allure
with tinkling rhime, of thy own sense secure;
while the town-bayes writes all the while and spells,
and like a pack-horse tires without his bells:
their fancies like our bushy-points appear,
the poets tag them, we for fashion wear.
i too transported by the mode offend,
and while i meant to praise thee must commend.
thy verse created like thy theme sublime,
in number, weight, and measure, needs not rhime.
as ı die adlı süper şarkının sahibi grup..
john milton’ın şeytanın başından itibaren tanrıyla olan savaşını güçlü bir şeytan karakteri ortaya çıkararak anlattığı eser.
symphony x’in bokunu çıkarttığı 2007 albümü.
gavur yapıyor
oculus ex inferni
set the world on fire (the lie of lies)
domination
the serpentæs kiss
paradise lost
eve of seduction
the walls of babylon
seven
the sacrifice
revelation (divus pennae ex tragoedia)
gavur yapıyor
oculus ex inferni
set the world on fire (the lie of lies)
domination
the serpentæs kiss
paradise lost
eve of seduction
the walls of babylon
seven
the sacrifice
revelation (divus pennae ex tragoedia)
(bkz: in requiem)
şekilden şekile girmiş doom metal mi desem, gothic metal mi desem, host albümlerinde gitar bile yok gerçi, velakin güzel gurup. gothic albümü muhteşem.
efsane gothic metal grubu.
(bkz: rememberance)
(bkz: christendom)
son albumleri "paradise lost" olup "believe in nothing" albumlerindeki teknomsu hava yuzunden kaybettikleri hayranlarini kazanmak icin "draconian times" havasi yakalanmaya calisilmistir...
ing. cennet kaybetti.
muzige brutal vokalli doom ile baslayip son albumlere dogru geldikce surekli tarz degistiren,degismeyen tek $eyin parca sozlerindeki john milton’un lost paradise adli eserinden esinlenme oldugunu bildigimiz ingiliz asilli grup.
albumleri sira ile:
lost paradise
gothic
shades of god
icon
draconian times
one second
reflection
host
believe in nothing
albumleri sira ile:
lost paradise
gothic
shades of god
icon
draconian times
one second
reflection
host
believe in nothing
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