Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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... Needless to thee repeated ; nor unknown The serpent , subtlest beast of all the field , Of huge extent sometimes , with brazen eyes And hairy mane terrific , though to thee Not noxious , but obedient at thy call .
... Needless to thee repeated ; nor unknown The serpent , subtlest beast of all the field , Of huge extent sometimes , with brazen eyes And hairy mane terrific , though to thee Not noxious , but obedient at thy call .
Page 181
... Each with their kind , lion with lioness ; So fitly them in pairs thou hast combined : Much less can bird with beast , or fish with fowl So well converse , nor with the ox the ape ; Worse then can man with beast , and least of all .
... Each with their kind , lion with lioness ; So fitly them in pairs thou hast combined : Much less can bird with beast , or fish with fowl So well converse , nor with the ox the ape ; Worse then can man with beast , and least of all .
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For us alone Was death invented ? or to us denied This intellectual food , for beasts reserved ? For beasts it seems : yet that one beast which first Hath tasted envies not , but brings with joy The good befallen him , author unsuspect ...
For us alone Was death invented ? or to us denied This intellectual food , for beasts reserved ? For beasts it seems : yet that one beast which first Hath tasted envies not , but brings with joy The good befallen him , author unsuspect ...
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Adam Angels arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring call'd cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell Earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire force fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill hope judge King land leave less light live look lost mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps raised reason receive reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide wings wonder worse
Bibliographic information
| 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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