Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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His crime makes guilty all his sons ; thy merit , Imputed , shall absolve them who renounce Their own both righteous and unrighteous deeds , And live in thee transplanted , and from thee Receive new life .
His crime makes guilty all his sons ; thy merit , Imputed , shall absolve them who renounce Their own both righteous and unrighteous deeds , And live in thee transplanted , and from thee Receive new life .
Page 122
... saw without their light Rebellion rising ; saw in whom , how spread Among the sons of morn , what multitudes Were banded to oppose his high decree ; And , smiling , to his only Son thus said : Son , thou in whom my glory I behold In ...
... saw without their light Rebellion rising ; saw in whom , how spread Among the sons of morn , what multitudes Were banded to oppose his high decree ; And , smiling , to his only Son thus said : Son , thou in whom my glory I behold In ...
Page 254
He ended , and the Son gave signal high 70 By the waters of life , where'er they sat In fellowships of joy , the sons of light Hasted , resorting to the summons high ; And took their seats : till from his throne supreme The Almighty ...
He ended , and the Son gave signal high 70 By the waters of life , where'er they sat In fellowships of joy , the sons of light Hasted , resorting to the summons high ; And took their seats : till from his throne supreme The Almighty ...
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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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