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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... side Difparted Chaos over built exclaim'd And with rebounding furge the bars affail'd , That fcorn'd his indignation : through the gate , Wide open and unguarded , Satan pass'd And all about found defolate ; for those Appointed to fit ...
... side Difparted Chaos over built exclaim'd And with rebounding furge the bars affail'd , That fcorn'd his indignation : through the gate , Wide open and unguarded , Satan pass'd And all about found defolate ; for those Appointed to fit ...
Page 331
... lingring parents , and to th ' eastern gate Led then direct , and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain ; then disappear'd . 635 640 ་ They looking back , all the eastern side beheld Book XII . PARADISE LOST . 3319.
... lingring parents , and to th ' eastern gate Led then direct , and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain ; then disappear'd . 635 640 ་ They looking back , all the eastern side beheld Book XII . PARADISE LOST . 3319.
Page 332
... side beheld Of Paradife , fo late their happy 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 ...
... side beheld Of Paradife , fo late their happy 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 ...
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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