Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ...proprietors, 1795 |
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... thought 20 To have reported : gladly then he mix'd Among those friendly pow'rs , who him receiv'd With joy and acclamations loud , that one , That of so many myriads fall'n , yet one Return'd not lost : On to the sacred hill They led ...
... thought 20 To have reported : gladly then he mix'd Among those friendly pow'rs , who him receiv'd With joy and acclamations loud , that one , That of so many myriads fall'n , yet one Return'd not lost : On to the sacred hill They led ...
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... thoughts prov'd fond and vain 90 In the mid way : though strange to us it seem'd At first , that Angel should with ... thought . High in the midst exalted as a God Th ' Apostate in his sun - bright chariot sat , Idol of majesty divine ...
... thoughts prov'd fond and vain 90 In the mid way : though strange to us it seem'd At first , that Angel should with ... thought . High in the midst exalted as a God Th ' Apostate in his sun - bright chariot sat , Idol of majesty divine ...
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... thought that Liberty and Heaven To heav'nly souls had been all one ; but now I see that most through sloth had rather serve , Minist'ring Spirits , train'd up in feast and song ; Such hast thou arm'd , the minstrelsy of Heaven ...
... thought that Liberty and Heaven To heav'nly souls had been all one ; but now I see that most through sloth had rather serve , Minist'ring Spirits , train'd up in feast and song ; Such hast thou arm'd , the minstrelsy of Heaven ...
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... thought , less could his shield Such ruin intercept : ten paces huge He back recoil'd ; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear upstay'd ; as if on earth Winds under ground , or waters forcing way Sidelong had push'd a mountain from ...
... thought , less could his shield Such ruin intercept : ten paces huge He back recoil'd ; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear upstay'd ; as if on earth Winds under ground , or waters forcing way Sidelong had push'd a mountain from ...
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... thought of flight , None of retreat , no unbecoming deed That argued fear : each on himself rely'd , As only in his arm the moment lay of victory : deeds of eternal fame 240 Were done , but infinite ; for wide was spread That war and ...
... thought of flight , None of retreat , no unbecoming deed That argued fear : each on himself rely'd , As only in his arm the moment lay of victory : deeds of eternal fame 240 Were done , but infinite ; for wide was spread That war and ...
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Adam Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss call'd Canaan celestial chariot Cherubic Cherubim cloud creatures darkness death deep delight descend didst divine doom dwell eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fierce firmament of Heaven fix'd form'd fruit glory Gods Grotius ground hand happy hast thou hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill human voice interpolated JOHN MILTON join'd judg'd Lauder lest light live lost mankind Masenius Messiah Michael Milton mix'd mountain mov'd night ordain'd Paradise Paradise Lost peace Phineus pow'r rais'd receiv'd reply'd return'd sapience Satan seat seed seem'd Serpent shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits Spirit stars stood sweet Tartaro taste thee thence thine things THOMAS NEWTON thou hast thou may'st thought throne thyself Tiresias tree turn'd virtue voice wak'd wand'ring whence wings
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