John Milton, a Concordance of Paradise Lost, Volume 1Celia Florén Olms-Weidmann, 1992 - 1171 pages |
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Page 70
... gates of hell sat Sin while Satan our great author thrives / In other worlds , I feel new strength within me rise , / Wings growing , impervious , let us try / Advent'rous work , yet to thy power the way , so strongly drawn / By this ...
... gates of hell sat Sin while Satan our great author thrives / In other worlds , I feel new strength within me rise , / Wings growing , impervious , let us try / Advent'rous work , yet to thy power the way , so strongly drawn / By this ...
Page 308
... gates , that now / Stood open wide , belching outrageous gates into the waste / Wide anarchy of Chaos damp and dark gates till now , thou us empow'red / To fortify thus far , gates and tow'rs , / Concourse in arms , fierce faces gates ...
... gates , that now / Stood open wide , belching outrageous gates into the waste / Wide anarchy of Chaos damp and dark gates till now , thou us empow'red / To fortify thus far , gates and tow'rs , / Concourse in arms , fierce faces gates ...
Page 362
... gates of great deeds / Far off the flying Fiend . At last appear / black it stood as Night , / Fierce as ten Furies , terrible as monster moving onward came as fast / With horrid strides ; intermission none I find . / Had been achieved ...
... gates of great deeds / Far off the flying Fiend . At last appear / black it stood as Night , / Fierce as ten Furies , terrible as monster moving onward came as fast / With horrid strides ; intermission none I find . / Had been achieved ...
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