Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Page 42
... or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore , whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs ; they , on the trading flood , Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape , Ply stemming nightly toward the pole so seem'd Far off the flying Fiend .
... or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore , whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs ; they , on the trading flood , Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape , Ply stemming nightly toward the pole so seem'd Far off the flying Fiend .
Page 48
... the gates wide open stood , That with extended wings a banner'd host , Under spread ensigns , marching , might pass through With horse and chariots rank'd in loose array · So wide they stood , and like a furnace mouth Cast forth ...
... the gates wide open stood , That with extended wings a banner'd host , Under spread ensigns , marching , might pass through With horse and chariots rank'd in loose array · So wide they stood , and like a furnace mouth Cast forth ...
Page 52
He ceased ; and Satan staid not to reply ; But , glad that now his sea should find a shore , With fresh alacrity , and force renew'd , Springs upward , like a pyramid of fire , Into the wide expanse ; and , through the shock Of fighting ...
He ceased ; and Satan staid not to reply ; But , glad that now his sea should find a shore , With fresh alacrity , and force renew'd , Springs upward , like a pyramid of fire , Into the wide expanse ; and , through the shock Of fighting ...
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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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