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Be it so ! since he , 245 Who now is Sov'reign , can dispose and bid What shall be right : furthest from him is best , Whom reason hath equal'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ever ...
Be it so ! since he , 245 Who now is Sov'reign , can dispose and bid What shall be right : furthest from him is best , Whom reason hath equal'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ever ...
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Brightest Seraph , tell In which of all these shining orbs hath Man His fixed seat , or fixed seat hath none , But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell ; That I may find him , and with secret gaze Or open admiration him behold ...
Brightest Seraph , tell In which of all these shining orbs hath Man His fixed seat , or fixed seat hath none , But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell ; That I may find him , and with secret gaze Or open admiration him behold ...
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But strange 860 Hath been the cause , and wonderful to hear : This tree is not , as we are told , a tree Of danger tasted , or to evil unknown Opening the way , but of divine effect To open eyes , and make them Gods who taste ; And hath ...
But strange 860 Hath been the cause , and wonderful to hear : This tree is not , as we are told , a tree Of danger tasted , or to evil unknown Opening the way , but of divine effect To open eyes , and make them Gods who taste ; And hath ...
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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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