Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John MiltonGaneau, 1754 - Fall of man |
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... Of truth , in word mightier than they in arms : And for the teftimony of truth haft born Univerfal reproach ; far worse to bear Than violence for this was all thy care To ftand approv'd in fight of God , tho ' worlds Judg'd thee ...
... Of truth , in word mightier than they in arms : And for the teftimony of truth haft born Univerfal reproach ; far worse to bear Than violence for this was all thy care To ftand approv'd in fight of God , tho ' worlds Judg'd thee ...
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Adam againſt Angels appear'd arm'd battel beft behold blifs burning lake call'd cauſe cœleftial creatures darkneſs deep defire delight divine e'er earth elfe erft eternal ev'ning evil eyes fafe faid fair Fair Angel feat feek feem'd feems fenfe ferpent fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftand ftate ftill ftood ftrength fuch fweet glory happy hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt himſelf hoft JOHN MILTON juft laft lefs light loft meaſure muſt night o'er pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe round Satan ſeem ſpake ſtars ſtate ſtood ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro throne thy felf tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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