Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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A leper once he lost , and gain'd a king ; Ahaz , his sottish conqueror , whom he drew God's altar to disparage , and displace , For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offerings , and adore the Gods Whom he had vanquish'd .
A leper once he lost , and gain'd a king ; Ahaz , his sottish conqueror , whom he drew God's altar to disparage , and displace , For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offerings , and adore the Gods Whom he had vanquish'd .
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And , " O fair plant , " said he , " with fruit surcharged , Deigns none to ease thy load , and taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ? Is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall ...
And , " O fair plant , " said he , " with fruit surcharged , Deigns none to ease thy load , and taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ? Is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall ...
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God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just ; not God ; not fear'd then , nor obey'd : 700 Your fear itself ... shall perfectly be then Open'd and clear'd , and ye shall be as Gods , Knowing both good and evil , as they know .
God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just ; not God ; not fear'd then , nor obey'd : 700 Your fear itself ... shall perfectly be then Open'd and clear'd , and ye shall be as Gods , Knowing both good and evil , as they know .
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| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | L. Coffin, 1831 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | Feb 16, 2006 |
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