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A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd , and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders ; such as raised To height of noblest ...
A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd , and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders ; such as raised To height of noblest ...
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But this I urge , Admitting motion in the Heavens , to show Invalid that which thee to doubt it moved ; Not that I so ... if seventh to these The planet earth , so steadfast though she seem , Insensibly three different motions move ?
But this I urge , Admitting motion in the Heavens , to show Invalid that which thee to doubt it moved ; Not that I so ... if seventh to these The planet earth , so steadfast though she seem , Insensibly three different motions move ?
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... and sunny plains , And liquid lapse of murmuring streams ; by these Creatures that lived and moved , and walk'd ... and Plains , And ye that live and move , fair Creatures , tell , Tell , if ye saw , how I came thus , how here ?
... and sunny plains , And liquid lapse of murmuring streams ; by these Creatures that lived and moved , and walk'd ... and Plains , And ye that live and move , fair Creatures , tell , Tell , if ye saw , how I came thus , how here ?
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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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