Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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The dry land Earth , and the great receptacle Of congregated waters he call'd Seas : 310 And saw that it was good ; and said , Let the Earth Put forth the verdant grass , herb yielding seed , And fruit - tree yielding fruit after her ...
The dry land Earth , and the great receptacle Of congregated waters he call'd Seas : 310 And saw that it was good ; and said , Let the Earth Put forth the verdant grass , herb yielding seed , And fruit - tree yielding fruit after her ...
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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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Here grows the cure of all , this fruit divine , Fair to the eye , inviting to the taste , Of virtue to make wise : What hinders then To reach , and feed at once both body and mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching ...
Here grows the cure of all , this fruit divine , Fair to the eye , inviting to the taste , Of virtue to make wise : What hinders then To reach , and feed at once both body and mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching ...
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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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