Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Some I have chosen of peculiar grace , Elect above the rest ; so is my will : The rest shall hear me call , and oft be warn'd Their sinful state , and to appease betimes The incensed Deity , while offer'd grace Invites ; for I will ...
Some I have chosen of peculiar grace , Elect above the rest ; so is my will : The rest shall hear me call , and oft be warn'd Their sinful state , and to appease betimes The incensed Deity , while offer'd grace Invites ; for I will ...
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585 600 605 When Adam thus to Eve : Fair Consort , the hour Of night , and all things now retired to rest , 611 Mind us of like repose ; since God hath set Labour and rest , as day and night to men Successive ; and the timely dew of ...
585 600 605 When Adam thus to Eve : Fair Consort , the hour Of night , and all things now retired to rest , 611 Mind us of like repose ; since God hath set Labour and rest , as day and night to men Successive ; and the timely dew of ...
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... joined in her popular tribes Of commonalty : swarming next appear'd The female bee , that feeds her husband drone Deliciously , and builds her waxen cells With honey stored : the rest are numberless , And thou their natures know'st ...
... joined in her popular tribes Of commonalty : swarming next appear'd The female bee , that feeds her husband drone Deliciously , and builds her waxen cells With honey stored : the rest are numberless , And thou their natures know'st ...
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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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