Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Yet , by experience taught , we know how good , And of our good and of our dignity How provident he is ; how far from thought To make us less , bent rather to exalt 831 825 Our happy state , under one head more near United .
Yet , by experience taught , we know how good , And of our good and of our dignity How provident he is ; how far from thought To make us less , bent rather to exalt 831 825 Our happy state , under one head more near United .
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Not yet in horrid shade or dismal den , Nor nocent yet ; but , on the grassy herb , Fearless unfear'd he slept in at his mouth The Devil enter'd ; and his brutal sense , In heart or head , possessing , soon inspired With act ...
Not yet in horrid shade or dismal den , Nor nocent yet ; but , on the grassy herb , Fearless unfear'd he slept in at his mouth The Devil enter'd ; and his brutal sense , In heart or head , possessing , soon inspired With act ...
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... this act 420 425 Shall bruise the head of Satan , crush his strength , 430 Defeating Sin and Death , his two main arms ; And fix far deeper in his head their stings Than temporal death shall bruise the victor's heel , Or theirs whom ...
... this act 420 425 Shall bruise the head of Satan , crush his strength , 430 Defeating Sin and Death , his two main arms ; And fix far deeper in his head their stings Than temporal death shall bruise the victor's heel , Or theirs whom ...
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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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