Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Each at the head Level'd his deadly aim ; their fatal hands No second stroke intend ; and such a frown Each cast at th ' other , as when two black clouds ... O Father ! what intends thy hand , she cried , Against thy only Son ?
Each at the head Level'd his deadly aim ; their fatal hands No second stroke intend ; and such a frown Each cast at th ' other , as when two black clouds ... O Father ! what intends thy hand , she cried , Against thy only Son ?
Page 148
745 So said , he , o'er his sceptre bowing , rose From the right hand of Glory where he sat ; And the third sacred morn began to shine , [ sound , Dawning through Heaven . Forth rush'd with whirlwind The chariot of Paternal Deity ...
745 So said , he , o'er his sceptre bowing , rose From the right hand of Glory where he sat ; And the third sacred morn began to shine , [ sound , Dawning through Heaven . Forth rush'd with whirlwind The chariot of Paternal Deity ...
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High in front advanced , The brandish'd sword of God before them blazed , Fierce as a comet ; which with torrid heat And vapour , as the Libyan air adust , Began to parch that temperate clime ; whereat In either hand the hastening Angel ...
High in front advanced , The brandish'd sword of God before them blazed , Fierce as a comet ; which with torrid heat And vapour , as the Libyan air adust , Began to parch that temperate clime ; whereat In either hand the hastening Angel ...
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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
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| 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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