Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Till I espied thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platane ; yet methought less fair Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth watery image : back I turn'd ; 480 Thou following criedst aloud , " Return , fair Eve ...
Till I espied thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platane ; yet methought less fair Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth watery image : back I turn'd ; 480 Thou following criedst aloud , " Return , fair Eve ...
Page 205
To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples , I resolved Not to defer ; hunger and thirst at once , Powerful persuaders , quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit , urged me so keen .
To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples , I resolved Not to defer ; hunger and thirst at once , Powerful persuaders , quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit , urged me so keen .
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To whom thus Adam , of short joy bereft : O pity and shame , that they , who to live well Enter'd so fair , should turn aside to tread Paths indirect , or in the mid way faint ! But still I see the tenor of Man's woe Lay siege ...
To whom thus Adam , of short joy bereft : O pity and shame , that they , who to live well Enter'd so fair , should turn aside to tread Paths indirect , or in the mid way faint ! But still I see the tenor of Man's woe Lay siege ...
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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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