Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Sweet is the breath of Morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glistering with dew ; fragrant ...
Sweet is the breath of Morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun , When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glistering with dew ; fragrant ...
Page 105
And , " O fair plant , " said he , " with fruit surcharged , Deigns none to ease thy load , and taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ? Is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall ...
And , " O fair plant , " said he , " with fruit surcharged , Deigns none to ease thy load , and taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ? Is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall ...
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Kiss'd , as the gracious signs of sweet remorse And pious awe , that fear'd to have offended . To add more sweetness ; and they thus began : These are thy glorious works , Parent of good , Almighty ! Thine this universal frame , 135 So ...
Kiss'd , as the gracious signs of sweet remorse And pious awe , that fear'd to have offended . To add more sweetness ; and they thus began : These are thy glorious works , Parent of good , Almighty ! Thine this universal frame , 135 So ...
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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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