Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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With thee it came and goes : but follow me , And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming , and thy soft embraces , he Whose image thou art ; him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine , to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself ...
With thee it came and goes : but follow me , And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming , and thy soft embraces , he Whose image thou art ; him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine , to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself ...
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1155 1160 To whom , then first incensed , Adam replied : Is this the love , is this the recompense Of mine to thee , ingrateful Eve ! express'd Immutable , when thou wert lost , not I ; Who might have lived , and joy'd immortal bliss ...
1155 1160 To whom , then first incensed , Adam replied : Is this the love , is this the recompense Of mine to thee , ingrateful Eve ! express'd Immutable , when thou wert lost , not I ; Who might have lived , and joy'd immortal bliss ...
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Sufficient that thy prayers are heard ; and Death , Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress , Defeated of his seizure many days Given thee of grace ; wherein thou mayst repent , 255 And one bad act with many deeds well done ...
Sufficient that thy prayers are heard ; and Death , Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress , Defeated of his seizure many days Given thee of grace ; wherein thou mayst repent , 255 And one bad act with many deeds well done ...
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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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