Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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... curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore Of many a colour'd plume , sprinkled with gold ; His habit fit for speed succinct , and held Before his decent steps a silver wand . He drew not nigh unheard ; the Angel bright , Ere he ...
... curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore Of many a colour'd plume , sprinkled with gold ; His habit fit for speed succinct , and held Before his decent steps a silver wand . He drew not nigh unheard ; the Angel bright , Ere he ...
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First in his east the glorious lamp was seen , Regent of day , and all the horizon round Invested with bright rays , jocund to run His longitude through Heaven's high road ; the gray Dawn and the Pleiades before him danced , Shedding ...
First in his east the glorious lamp was seen , Regent of day , and all the horizon round Invested with bright rays , jocund to run His longitude through Heaven's high road ; the gray Dawn and the Pleiades before him danced , Shedding ...
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The princely Hierarch In their bright stand there left his Powers , to seize Possession of the garden ; he alone , 220 To find where Adam shelter'd , took his way , Not unperceived of Adam : who to Eve , While the great visitant ...
The princely Hierarch In their bright stand there left his Powers , to seize Possession of the garden ; he alone , 220 To find where Adam shelter'd , took his way , Not unperceived of Adam : who to Eve , While the great visitant ...
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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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