Anglo-Saxon Literature by John Earle
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fyres fær micel.
So were they felled to the fiery abyss into the hot hell through heedlessness and through arrogance. They arrived at another land that was void of light and was full of flame fire's horror huge.[70] When the fallen angel speaks, he begins thus:-- 355 Is thes ænga stede ungelic swithe tham othrum the we ær cuthon heah on heofenrice the me min hearra onlag. This confined place is terribly unlike that other one that we knew before high in heaven's realm which my lord conferred on me. Having thus begun with a lamentable cry, he gradually recovers composure and propounds a policy. He observes that God has created a new and happy |
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