Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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This deep world Of darkness do we dread ? How oft amidst Thick clouds and dark doth Heaven's all - ruling Sire Choose to reside , his glory unobscured , 265 And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne ; from whence deep ...
This deep world Of darkness do we dread ? How oft amidst Thick clouds and dark doth Heaven's all - ruling Sire Choose to reside , his glory unobscured , 265 And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne ; from whence deep ...
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With reason hath deep silence and demur 430 Seized us , though undismay'd : Long is the ways And hard , that out of Hell leads up to light ; Our prison strong ; this huge convex of fire , Outrageous to devour , immures us round Ninefold ...
With reason hath deep silence and demur 430 Seized us , though undismay'd : Long is the ways And hard , that out of Hell leads up to light ; Our prison strong ; this huge convex of fire , Outrageous to devour , immures us round Ninefold ...
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These things , as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground , materials dark and crude , Of spirituous and fiery spume , till touch'd With Heaven's ray , and temper'd , they shoot forth 480 So beauteous , opening to the ...
These things , as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground , materials dark and crude , Of spirituous and fiery spume , till touch'd With Heaven's ray , and temper'd , they shoot forth 480 So beauteous , opening to the ...
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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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