Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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But say I could repent , and could obtain , By act of grace , my former state ; how soon Would height recal high thoughts , how soon unsay 95 What feign'd submission swore ? Ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void .
But say I could repent , and could obtain , By act of grace , my former state ; how soon Would height recal high thoughts , how soon unsay 95 What feign'd submission swore ? Ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void .
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Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appear'd , Up rose the victor - Angels , and to arms The matin trumpet sung : in arms they stood Of golden panoply , refulgent host , 530 Soon banded ; others from the dawning hills Look round ...
Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appear'd , Up rose the victor - Angels , and to arms The matin trumpet sung : in arms they stood Of golden panoply , refulgent host , 530 Soon banded ; others from the dawning hills Look round ...
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So saying , through each thicket dank or dry , Like a black mist low - creeping , he held on His midnight search , where soonest he might find The serpent ; him fast sleeping soon he found In labyrinth of many a round self - roll'd ...
So saying , through each thicket dank or dry , Like a black mist low - creeping , he held on His midnight search , where soonest he might find The serpent ; him fast sleeping soon he found In labyrinth of many a round self - roll'd ...
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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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