Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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The happier Eden , shall enjoy their fill Of bliss on bliss : while I to Hell am thrust , Where neither joy nor love , but fierce desire , Among our other torments not the least , Still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines .
The happier Eden , shall enjoy their fill Of bliss on bliss : while I to Hell am thrust , Where neither joy nor love , but fierce desire , Among our other torments not the least , Still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines .
Page 117
Can we want obedience then To him , or possibly his love desert , Who form'd us from the dust and placed us here , Full to the utmost measure of what bliss Human desires can seek or apprehend ? To whom the Angel : Son of Heaven and ...
Can we want obedience then To him , or possibly his love desert , Who form'd us from the dust and placed us here , Full to the utmost measure of what bliss Human desires can seek or apprehend ? To whom the Angel : Son of Heaven and ...
Page 212
For bliss , as thou hast part , to me is bliss ; Tedious , unshared with thee , and odious soon . Thou therefore also taste , that equal lot May join us , equal joy , as equal love ; Lest , thou not tasting , different degree Disjoin us ...
For bliss , as thou hast part , to me is bliss ; Tedious , unshared with thee , and odious soon . Thou therefore also taste , that equal lot May join us , equal joy , as equal love ; Lest , thou not tasting , different degree Disjoin us ...
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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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