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... turnd , but not his brightness hid ; Of beaming sunnie Raies , a gold❜n tiar 625 Circl'd his Head , nor less his Locks behind . Illustrious on his Shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round ; on som great charge imployd He seemd , or ...
... turnd , but not his brightness hid ; Of beaming sunnie Raies , a gold❜n tiar 625 Circl'd his Head , nor less his Locks behind . Illustrious on his Shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round ; on som great charge imployd He seemd , or ...
Page 86
... turnd For envie , yet with jealous leer maligne Ey'd them askance , and to himself thus plaind . Sight hateful , sight tormenting ! thus these two Imparadis't in one anothers arms Sos The happier Eden , shall enjoy thir fill Of bliss on ...
... turnd For envie , yet with jealous leer maligne Ey'd them askance , and to himself thus plaind . Sight hateful , sight tormenting ! thus these two Imparadis't in one anothers arms Sos The happier Eden , shall enjoy thir fill Of bliss on ...
Page 153
... turnd by furious windes And surging waves , as Mountains to assault Heav'ns highth , and with the Center mix the Pole . Silence , ye troubl'd waves , and thou Deep , peace , Said then th ' Omnific Word , your discord end : Nor staid ...
... turnd by furious windes And surging waves , as Mountains to assault Heav'ns highth , and with the Center mix the Pole . Silence , ye troubl'd waves , and thou Deep , peace , Said then th ' Omnific Word , your discord end : Nor staid ...
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Adam agni Angels Antistrophe appeerd arms aught Battel Beast behold bliss Boötes brest bright calld Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father Faunus fear fire Fruit giv'n glorious glory Gods gold'n Grace hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill holy honour Israel John Milton joind Jove King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Muse neath night numina op'n Paradise Paradise Lost peace perfet praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd returnd round Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree turnd vertue voice wandring Warr wingd wings World