Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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All is not lost ; the unconquerable will , And study of revenge , immortal hate , And courage never to submit or yield , And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me .
All is not lost ; the unconquerable will , And study of revenge , immortal hate , And courage never to submit or yield , And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me .
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... for I this night ( Such night till this I never pass'd ) have dream'd , If dream'd , not , as I oft am wont , of thee , Works of day past , or morrow's next design , But of offence and trouble , which my mind Knew never till this ...
... for I this night ( Such night till this I never pass'd ) have dream'd , If dream'd , not , as I oft am wont , of thee , Works of day past , or morrow's next design , But of offence and trouble , which my mind Knew never till this ...
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I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state Mine never shall be parted , bliss or woe . So having said , as one from sad dismay Recomforted , and after thoughts disturb'd Submitting ...
I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state Mine never shall be parted , bliss or woe . So having said , as one from sad dismay Recomforted , and after thoughts disturb'd Submitting ...
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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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