Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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... as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being ...
... as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being ...
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Eternal anarchy , amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand . For hot , cold , moist , and dry , four champions fierce , Strive here for mastery , and to battle bring Their embryon atoms ; they around the flag Of each ...
Eternal anarchy , amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand . For hot , cold , moist , and dry , four champions fierce , Strive here for mastery , and to battle bring Their embryon atoms ; they around the flag Of each ...
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... Though not destroy , their happy native seat ; Had not the Eternal King Omnipotent , From his strong hold of Heaven , high overruled And limited their might ; though number'd such As each divided legion might have seem'd A numerous ...
... Though not destroy , their happy native seat ; Had not the Eternal King Omnipotent , From his strong hold of Heaven , high overruled And limited their might ; though number'd such As each divided legion might have seem'd A numerous ...
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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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