Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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... and , for lightning , see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire , His own invented torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep ...
... and , for lightning , see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire , His own invented torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep ...
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... and , for lightning , see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire , His own invented torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep ...
... and , for lightning , see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire , His own invented torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep ...
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A gulf profound , as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and mount Casius old , Where armies whole have sunk : The parching air Burns frore , and cold performs the effect of fire . Thither by harpy - footed furies haled , 595 At certain ...
A gulf profound , as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and mount Casius old , Where armies whole have sunk : The parching air Burns frore , and cold performs the effect of fire . Thither by harpy - footed furies haled , 595 At certain ...
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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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