Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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On to the sacred hill They led him high applauded , and present Before the seat supreme ; from whence a voice , From midst a golden cloud , thus mild was heard : Servant of God , well done ; well hast thou fought The better fight ...
On to the sacred hill They led him high applauded , and present Before the seat supreme ; from whence a voice , From midst a golden cloud , thus mild was heard : Servant of God , well done ; well hast thou fought The better fight ...
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Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight , or if to fall , but that they rise Unvanpuish'd , easier to transact with me 285 25 265 275 That thou shouldst hope , imperious , and with threats PARADISE LOST . 135.
Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight , or if to fall , but that they rise Unvanpuish'd , easier to transact with me 285 25 265 275 That thou shouldst hope , imperious , and with threats PARADISE LOST . 135.
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Rather , how hast thou yielded to transgress The strict forbiddance , how to violate The sacred fruit forbidden ! Some cursed fraud Of enemy hath beguiled thee , yet unknown , And me with thee hath ruin'd ; for with thee Certain my ...
Rather , how hast thou yielded to transgress The strict forbiddance , how to violate The sacred fruit forbidden ! Some cursed fraud Of enemy hath beguiled thee , yet unknown , And me with thee hath ruin'd ; for with thee Certain my ...
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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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