Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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... thou mightst hope to change Torment with ease , and soonest recompense Dole with delight , which in this place I sought ; To thee no reason , who know'st only good , But evil hast not tried and wilt object His will who bounds us ?
... thou mightst hope to change Torment with ease , and soonest recompense Dole with delight , which in this place I sought ; To thee no reason , who know'st only good , But evil hast not tried and wilt object His will who bounds us ?
Page 231
Hell could no longer hold us in our bounds , Nor this unvoyagéable gulf obscure Detain from following thy illustrious track . Thou hast achieved our liberty , confined Within Hell - gates till now ; thou us impower'd To fortify thus far ...
Hell could no longer hold us in our bounds , Nor this unvoyagéable gulf obscure Detain from following thy illustrious track . Thou hast achieved our liberty , confined Within Hell - gates till now ; thou us impower'd To fortify thus far ...
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A virgin is his mother , but his sire 365 370 The power of the Most High : He shall ascend The throne hereditary , and bound his reign With Earth's wide bounds , his glory with the Heavens He ceased , discerning Adam with such joy ...
A virgin is his mother , but his sire 365 370 The power of the Most High : He shall ascend The throne hereditary , and bound his reign With Earth's wide bounds , his glory with the Heavens He ceased , discerning Adam with such joy ...
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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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