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370 375 In whose conspicuous countenance , without cloud 385 Made visible , the Almighty Father shines , Whom else no creature can behold ; on thee Impress'd the effulgence of his glory abides , Transfused on thec his ample Spirit rests ...
370 375 In whose conspicuous countenance , without cloud 385 Made visible , the Almighty Father shines , Whom else no creature can behold ; on thee Impress'd the effulgence of his glory abides , Transfused on thec his ample Spirit rests ...
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880 Or serve they , as a flowery verge , to bind The fluid skirts of that same watery cloud , Lest it again dissolve , and shower the earth ? 855 860 865 870 875 To whom the Archangel : Dexterously thou aim'st ; So willingly doth God ...
880 Or serve they , as a flowery verge , to bind The fluid skirts of that same watery cloud , Lest it again dissolve , and shower the earth ? 855 860 865 870 875 To whom the Archangel : Dexterously thou aim'st ; So willingly doth God ...
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... or grain , A darksome cloud of locusts swarming down Must eat , and on the ground leave nothing green ; Darkness must overshadow all his bounds , 180 185 Palpable darkness , and blot out three days ; Last , with one midnight stroke ...
... or grain , A darksome cloud of locusts swarming down Must eat , and on the ground leave nothing green ; Darkness must overshadow all his bounds , 180 185 Palpable darkness , and blot out three days ; Last , with one midnight stroke ...
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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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