Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Page 42
Satan , with thoughts inflamed of highest design , 630 Puts on swift wings , and towards the gates of Hell Explores his solitary flight : sometimes He scours the right hand coast , sometimes the left ; Now shaves with level wing the ...
Satan , with thoughts inflamed of highest design , 630 Puts on swift wings , and towards the gates of Hell Explores his solitary flight : sometimes He scours the right hand coast , sometimes the left ; Now shaves with level wing the ...
Page 177
Fast we found , fast shut 240 The dismal gates , and barricadoed strong ; But long ere our approaching heard within Noise , other than the sound of dance or song , Torment , and loud lament , and furious rage Glad we return'd up to the ...
Fast we found , fast shut 240 The dismal gates , and barricadoed strong ; But long ere our approaching heard within Noise , other than the sound of dance or song , Torment , and loud lament , and furious rage Glad we return'd up to the ...
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He look'd , and saw wide territory spread Before him , towns , and rural works between , Cities of Men with lofty gates and towers , Concourse in arms , fierce faces threatening war , Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise ; Part wield ...
He look'd , and saw wide territory spread Before him , towns , and rural works between , Cities of Men with lofty gates and towers , Concourse in arms , fierce faces threatening war , Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise ; Part wield ...
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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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