Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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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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740 Great are thy virtues , doubtless , best of fruits , Though kept from man , and worthy to be admired ; Whose taste , too long forborne , at first essay Gave elocution to the mute , and taught 746 750 The tongue not made for speech ...
740 Great are thy virtues , doubtless , best of fruits , Though kept from man , and worthy to be admired ; Whose taste , too long forborne , at first essay Gave elocution to the mute , and taught 746 750 The tongue not made for speech ...
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Here grows the cure of all , this fruit divine , Fair to the eye , inviting to the taste , Of virtue to make wise : What hinders then To reach , and feed at once both body and mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching ...
Here grows the cure of all , this fruit divine , Fair to the eye , inviting to the taste , Of virtue to make wise : What hinders then To reach , and feed at once both body and mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching ...
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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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