Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Page 92
... hands than ours to their wanton growth Those blossoms also , and those dropping gums , That lie bestrown , unsightly and unsmooth , Ask riddance , if we mean to tread with ease ; Meanwhile , as Nature wills , night bids us rest .
... hands than ours to their wanton growth Those blossoms also , and those dropping gums , That lie bestrown , unsightly and unsmooth , Ask riddance , if we mean to tread with ease ; Meanwhile , as Nature wills , night bids us rest .
Page 93
These then , though unbeheld in deep of night , Shine not in vain ; nor think , though men were none , That Heaven would want spectators , God want praise Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen , both when we wake and ...
These then , though unbeheld in deep of night , Shine not in vain ; nor think , though men were none , That Heaven would want spectators , God want praise Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen , both when we wake and ...
Page 128
The first fight described : Satan and his Powers retire under night : He calls a council ; invents devilish engines , which , in the second day's fight , put Michael and his Angels to some disorder ; but they at length , pulling up ...
The first fight described : Satan and his Powers retire under night : He calls a council ; invents devilish engines , which , in the second day's fight , put Michael and his Angels to some disorder ; but they at length , pulling up ...
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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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