Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous , when great things of small , Useful of hurtful , prosperous of adverse , We can create ; and in what place soe'er Thrive under evil , and work ease out of pain , Through labour and ...
Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous , when great things of small , Useful of hurtful , prosperous of adverse , We can create ; and in what place soe'er Thrive under evil , and work ease out of pain , Through labour and ...
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Lives there who loves his pain ? Who would not , finding way , break loose from Hell , Though thither doom'd ? Thou wouldst thyself , no doubt , And boldly venture to what ever place 891 Furthest from pain , where thou mightst hope to ...
Lives there who loves his pain ? Who would not , finding way , break loose from Hell , Though thither doom'd ? Thou wouldst thyself , no doubt , And boldly venture to what ever place 891 Furthest from pain , where thou mightst hope to ...
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Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps , and not repine , But live content , which is the calmest life : But pain is perfect misery , the worst Of evils , and , excessive , overturns 450 455 460 All patience .
Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps , and not repine , But live content , which is the calmest life : But pain is perfect misery , the worst Of evils , and , excessive , overturns 450 455 460 All patience .
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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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