Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Page 52
... and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less , and with less hostile din ; That Satan with less toil , and now with ease , Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light ; And , like a weather - beaten ...
... and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less , and with less hostile din ; That Satan with less toil , and now with ease , Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light ; And , like a weather - beaten ...
Page 88
Till I espied thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platane ; yet methought less fair Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth watery image : back I turn'd ; 480 Thou following criedst aloud , " Return , fair Eve ...
Till I espied thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platane ; yet methought less fair Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth watery image : back I turn'd ; 480 Thou following criedst aloud , " Return , fair Eve ...
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... and left some part Not proof enough such object to sustain ; Or , from my side subducting , took perhaps More than enough ; at least on her bestow'd Too much of ornament , in outward show Elaborate , of inward less exact .
... and left some part Not proof enough such object to sustain ; Or , from my side subducting , took perhaps More than enough ; at least on her bestow'd Too much of ornament , in outward show Elaborate , of inward less exact .
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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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