Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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295 So high as heaved the tumid hills , so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep , Capacious bed of waters ... Soft - ebbing ; nor withstood them rock or hill ; But they , or under ground , or circuit wide With serpent error ...
295 So high as heaved the tumid hills , so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep , Capacious bed of waters ... Soft - ebbing ; nor withstood them rock or hill ; But they , or under ground , or circuit wide With serpent error ...
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By me encamp'd on yonder hill , expect Their motion ; at whose front a flaming sword , In signal of remove , waves fiercely round : We may no longer stay : go , waken Eve ; Her also I with gentle dreams have calm'd Portending good ...
By me encamp'd on yonder hill , expect Their motion ; at whose front a flaming sword , In signal of remove , waves fiercely round : We may no longer stay : go , waken Eve ; Her also I with gentle dreams have calm'd Portending good ...
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By me encamp'd on yonder hill , expect Their motion ; at whose front a flaming sword , In signal of remove , waves fiercely round : We may no longer stay : go , waken Eve ; Her also I with gentle dreams have calm'd Portending good ...
By me encamp'd on yonder hill , expect Their motion ; at whose front a flaming sword , In signal of remove , waves fiercely round : We may no longer stay : go , waken Eve ; Her also I with gentle dreams have calm'd Portending good ...
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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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