Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Page 68
... and , though that were large , Over the Promised Land to God so dear ; By which to visit oft those happy tribes ... the fount of Jordan's flood , To Beërsaba where the Holy Land Borders on Egypt and the Arabian shore ; So wide the ...
... and , though that were large , Over the Promised Land to God so dear ; By which to visit oft those happy tribes ... the fount of Jordan's flood , To Beërsaba where the Holy Land Borders on Egypt and the Arabian shore ; So wide the ...
Page 92
Sweet is the breath of Morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glistering with dew ; fragrant ...
Sweet is the breath of Morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glistering with dew ; fragrant ...
Page 93
... By morrow evening , and from land to land In order , though to nations yet unborn , Ministering light prepared , they set and rise ; Lest total Darkness should by night regain Her old possession , and extinguish life In Nature and ...
... By morrow evening , and from land to land In order , though to nations yet unborn , Ministering light prepared , they set and rise ; Lest total Darkness should by night regain Her old possession , and extinguish life In Nature and ...
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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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