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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... thought not circumspect or firm enough , urges her going apart , the rather defirous to make trial of her strength ; Adam at laft yields : the serpent finds her alone ; his subtle approach , first ga- zing , then speaking , with much ...
... thought not circumspect or firm enough , urges her going apart , the rather defirous to make trial of her strength ; Adam at laft yields : the serpent finds her alone ; his subtle approach , first ga- zing , then speaking , with much ...
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... thought Both of loft happiness and lasting pain Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes , That witness'd huge affliction and dismay , Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate : At once as far as angels ken he views 2 ...
... thought Both of loft happiness and lasting pain Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes , That witness'd huge affliction and dismay , Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate : At once as far as angels ken he views 2 ...
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... outshine Myriads though bright : if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counfels , equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise , 1 . Join'd with me once , now misery hath join'd In A 2 PARADISE LOST . I. 59 . 3 ...
... outshine Myriads though bright : if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counfels , equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise , 1 . Join'd with me once , now misery hath join'd In A 2 PARADISE LOST . I. 59 . 3 ...
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... thoughts and chafe Anguish and doubt and fear and forrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds . Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in filence to foft pipes that charm'd Their painful steps o'er the burnt foil ...
... thoughts and chafe Anguish and doubt and fear and forrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds . Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in filence to foft pipes that charm'd Their painful steps o'er the burnt foil ...
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... thoughts Long under darkness cover . Full counfel must mature : peace is despair'd , For who can think submission ? war then , war Open or understood must be refolv'd . He spake : and to confirm his words out - flew Millions of flaming ...
... thoughts Long under darkness cover . Full counfel must mature : peace is despair'd , For who can think submission ? war then , war Open or understood must be refolv'd . He spake : and to confirm his words out - flew Millions of flaming ...
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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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124 psl. - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
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208 psl. - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
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