Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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And , freed from intricacies , taught to live The easiest way ; nor with perplexing thoughts To interrupt the sweet of life , from which God hath bid dwell far off all anxious cares , And not molest us ; unless we ourselves 180 185 Seek ...
And , freed from intricacies , taught to live The easiest way ; nor with perplexing thoughts To interrupt the sweet of life , from which God hath bid dwell far off all anxious cares , And not molest us ; unless we ourselves 180 185 Seek ...
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Thus he resolved , but first from inward grief His bursting passion into plaints thus pour'd : O Earth , how like to Heaven , if not preferr'd More justly , scat worthier of Gods , as built With second thoughts , reforming what was old ...
Thus he resolved , but first from inward grief His bursting passion into plaints thus pour'd : O Earth , how like to Heaven , if not preferr'd More justly , scat worthier of Gods , as built With second thoughts , reforming what was old ...
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Thou therefore now advise , Or bear what to my mind first thoughts present : Let us divide our labours ; thou , where choice Leads thee , or where most needs , whether to wind 215 The woodbine round this arbour , or direct The clasping ...
Thou therefore now advise , Or bear what to my mind first thoughts present : Let us divide our labours ; thou , where choice Leads thee , or where most needs , whether to wind 215 The woodbine round this arbour , or direct The clasping ...
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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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