 They looking back, all th' eastern side beheld Of paradise, so late their happy seat, Wav'd over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon.  Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books - Page 435by John Milton - 1750Full view - About this book
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...finally, there is a hint of menace from the trombones, as the two exiles look back to Paradise and see it Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes. Then the gentler instruments take up with the dying notes and the inimitable close. INDEX... | |
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