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So spake the fervent Angel : but his zeal None seconded , as out of season judged , Or singular and rash : Whereat rejoiced The Apostate , and , more haughty , thus replied : That we were form'd then , say'st thou and the work 855 Of ...
So spake the fervent Angel : but his zeal None seconded , as out of season judged , Or singular and rash : Whereat rejoiced The Apostate , and , more haughty , thus replied : That we were form'd then , say'st thou and the work 855 Of ...
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Thus I presumptuous ; and the Vision bright , As with a smile more brighten'd , thus replied : What call'st thou solitude ? Is not the Earth With various living creatures , and the air Replenish'd , and all these at thy command To come ...
Thus I presumptuous ; and the Vision bright , As with a smile more brighten'd , thus replied : What call'st thou solitude ? Is not the Earth With various living creatures , and the air Replenish'd , and all these at thy command To come ...
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To whom thus Adam sore beset replied : O Heaven ! in evil strait this day I stand Before my Judge ; either to undergo Myself the total crime , or to accuse My other self , the partner of my life ; Whose failing , while her faith to me ...
To whom thus Adam sore beset replied : O Heaven ! in evil strait this day I stand Before my Judge ; either to undergo Myself the total crime , or to accuse My other self , the partner of my life ; Whose failing , while her faith to me ...
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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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