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To objects distant far , whereby he soon Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand , The same whom John saw also in the sun : His back was turn'd , but not his brightness hid ; Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar Circled his head , nor less ...
To objects distant far , whereby he soon Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand , The same whom John saw also in the sun : His back was turn'd , but not his brightness hid ; Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar Circled his head , nor less ...
Page 117
That thou art happy , owe to God ; That thou continuest such , owe to thyself , That is , to thy obedience ; therein stand . This was that caution given thee ; be advised . God made thee perfect , not immutable ; And good he made thee ...
That thou art happy , owe to God ; That thou continuest such , owe to thyself , That is , to thy obedience ; therein stand . This was that caution given thee ; be advised . God made thee perfect , not immutable ; And good he made thee ...
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... when the great Son of God To all his host on either hand thus spake : 785 790 795 800 Stand still in bright array , ye Saints ; here stand , Ye Angels arm'd ; this day from battle rest : Faithful hath been your warfare , and of God ...
... when the great Son of God To all his host on either hand thus spake : 785 790 795 800 Stand still in bright array , ye Saints ; here stand , Ye Angels arm'd ; this day from battle rest : Faithful hath been your warfare , and of God ...
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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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