Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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More safe I sing with mortal voice , unchanged To hoarse or mute , though fallen on evil days , On evil days though fallen , and evil tongues ; In darkness , and with dangers compass'd round , And solitude ; yet not alone , while thou ...
More safe I sing with mortal voice , unchanged To hoarse or mute , though fallen on evil days , On evil days though fallen , and evil tongues ; In darkness , and with dangers compass'd round , And solitude ; yet not alone , while thou ...
Page 208
Of good how just ? of evil , if what is evil Be real , why not known , since easier shunn'd ? God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just ; not God ; not fear'd then , nor obey'd : 700 Your fear itself of death removes the ...
Of good how just ? of evil , if what is evil Be real , why not known , since easier shunn'd ? God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just ; not God ; not fear'd then , nor obey'd : 700 Your fear itself of death removes the ...
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... in evil hour thou didst give ear To that false worm , of whomsoever taught To counterfeit Man's voice ; true in our fall , False in our promised rising ; since our eyes ' Open'd we find indeed , and find we know Both good and evil ...
... in evil hour thou didst give ear To that false worm , of whomsoever taught To counterfeit Man's voice ; true in our fall , False in our promised rising ; since our eyes ' Open'd we find indeed , and find we know Both good and evil ...
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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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