Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Correctly Printed from the Text of Thomas Newton, D.D.James Magee, 1788 - 332 pages |
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... seat , Sing heav'nly Mufe , that on the secret top Of Oreb , or of Sinai , did'st inspire That thepherd , who first taught the chosen seed , In the beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rofe out of Chaos : or if Sion hill 5 10 15 Delight ...
... seat , Sing heav'nly Mufe , that on the secret top Of Oreb , or of Sinai , did'st inspire That thepherd , who first taught the chosen seed , In the beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rofe out of Chaos : or if Sion hill 5 10 15 Delight ...
Page 158
... seat ; Had not th ' eternal King omnipotent From his ftrong hold of Heav'n high over rul'd And limited their might ; though number'd fuch As each divided legion might have feem'd A numerous hoft , in ftrength each armed hand A legion ...
... seat ; Had not th ' eternal King omnipotent From his ftrong hold of Heav'n high over rul'd And limited their might ; though number'd fuch As each divided legion might have feem'd A numerous hoft , in ftrength each armed hand A legion ...
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... seat , Wav'd over by that flaming brand , the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt , but wip'd them foon ; The world was all before them , where to choose 646 Their place of rest , and ...
... seat , Wav'd over by that flaming brand , the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt , but wip'd them foon ; The world was all before them , where to choose 646 Their place of rest , and ...
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Adam againſt alfo Angel appear'd arm'd beaſt beft behold beſt blifs bright call'd cauſe Cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcending defire delight divine dwell earth elfe erft eternal evil eyes fafe faid fair feat fecond feek feem'd feems ferpent fhade fhall fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake fruit ftate ftill ftood fuch fweet gate glory happy hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell himſelf hoft juft juſt laft laſt lefs light loft moſt muft muſt night o'er Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe round Satan ſeems ſhall ſhape Spirits ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts throne tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe