Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 psl. |
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... rife , their numbers , array of battel , their chief leaders nam'd , according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries ad- joining , to these Satan directs his fpeech , comforts them with hopes yet of regaining heav'n ...
... rife , their numbers , array of battel , their chief leaders nam'd , according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries ad- joining , to these Satan directs his fpeech , comforts them with hopes yet of regaining heav'n ...
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... rife into the air With orient colours waving with them rofe A forreft huge of fpears and thronging helms Appear'd , and ferried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of ...
... rife into the air With orient colours waving with them rofe A forreft huge of fpears and thronging helms Appear'd , and ferried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of ...
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... rife There went a fame in heav'n that he ere long Intended to create , and therein plant A generation , whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the fons of heav'n : Thither , if but to pry , shall be perhaps Our first eruption ...
... rife There went a fame in heav'n that he ere long Intended to create , and therein plant A generation , whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the fons of heav'n : Thither , if but to pry , shall be perhaps Our first eruption ...
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... rife With blackest insurrection , to confound Heav'n's pureft light , yet our great enemy All incorruptible would on his throne Sit unpolluted , and th'ethereal mould Incapable of stain would foon expell Her mischief , and purge off the ...
... rife With blackest insurrection , to confound Heav'n's pureft light , yet our great enemy All incorruptible would on his throne Sit unpolluted , and th'ethereal mould Incapable of stain would foon expell Her mischief , and purge off the ...
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... rife By policy , and long process of time , In emulation opposite to heav'n . Which when Beelzebub perceiv'd , than whom , Satan except , none higher fat , with grave Aspect he rofe , and in his rifing feem'd A pillar of ftate ; deep on ...
... rife By policy , and long process of time , In emulation opposite to heav'n . Which when Beelzebub perceiv'd , than whom , Satan except , none higher fat , with grave Aspect he rofe , and in his rifing feem'd A pillar of ftate ; deep on ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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