PARADISE LOST: A POEM IN TWELVE BOOKSprinted and fold by RICHTER, 1783 |
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... Whofe fountain who shall tell ? before the Sun , Before the heav'ns thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle didst invest The rifing world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I re ...
... Whofe fountain who shall tell ? before the Sun , Before the heav'ns thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle didst invest The rifing world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I re ...
Page 78
... whofe fruit burnish'd with golden rind Hung amiable , Hesperian fables true , If true , here only , and of delicious taste : Betwixt them lawns , or level downs , and flocks Grazing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Or palmy hilloc ...
... whofe fruit burnish'd with golden rind Hung amiable , Hesperian fables true , If true , here only , and of delicious taste : Betwixt them lawns , or level downs , and flocks Grazing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Or palmy hilloc ...
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... What within Eden or without was done Before his memory , as one whose drouth Yet scarce allay'd , still eyes the current stream , 55 60 65 Whofe Whose liquid murmur heard , new thirst exites , Proceeded 148 Book VII . PARADISE LOST .
... What within Eden or without was done Before his memory , as one whose drouth Yet scarce allay'd , still eyes the current stream , 55 60 65 Whofe Whose liquid murmur heard , new thirst exites , Proceeded 148 Book VII . PARADISE LOST .
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Adam Againſt alſo Angel appear'd arm'd battel behold beſt bright call'd cauſe cloud courſe dark darkneſs death deep defire deſcends divine earth eaſe elſe eternal ev'ning evil eyes faid fair falſe feat ferpent fide fight fince fire firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fruit fuch giv'n glory happy haſte hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill juſt laſt leſs light loft loſe moſt muſt night o'er pain Paradife paſt pleas'd pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent rais'd reaſon reply'd reſt return'd roſe round Satan ſay ſcarce ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſet ſhade ſhall ſhalt ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſince ſky ſmall ſome ſpake ſpirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſuch ſweet taſte thee thence theſe thine things thoſe thou thoughts thro throne tree turn'd vex'd waſte whoſe wings worſe