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John Milton. Down from the verge of Heav'n , Eternal wrauth Burnd after them to the bottomless pit . Hell heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too ...
John Milton. Down from the verge of Heav'n , Eternal wrauth Burnd after them to the bottomless pit . Hell heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too ...
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... Heav'n , and Heav'n to Earth , 160 One Kingdom , Joy and Union without end . Mean while inhabit laxe , ye Powers of Heav'n ; And thou my Word , begott'n Son , by thee This I perform , speak thou , and be it don : My overshadowing Spirit ...
... Heav'n , and Heav'n to Earth , 160 One Kingdom , Joy and Union without end . Mean while inhabit laxe , ye Powers of Heav'n ; And thou my Word , begott'n Son , by thee This I perform , speak thou , and be it don : My overshadowing Spirit ...
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... Heav'n , if not preferrd More justly , Seat worthier of Gods , as built With second thoughts , reforming what was old ! For what God after better worse would build ? Terrestrial Heav'n , danc't round by other Heav'ns That shine , yet ...
... Heav'n , if not preferrd More justly , Seat worthier of Gods , as built With second thoughts , reforming what was old ! For what God after better worse would build ? Terrestrial Heav'n , danc't round by other Heav'ns That shine , yet ...
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