Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John MiltonGaneau, 1754 |
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... never any was known to afpire to emulation even the late ingenious Mr. Philips , who , in the colors of ftyle , came the nearest of all the Copiers to refemble the great Original , made his diftant advances with a filial re- verence and ...
... never any was known to afpire to emulation even the late ingenious Mr. Philips , who , in the colors of ftyle , came the nearest of all the Copiers to refemble the great Original , made his diftant advances with a filial re- verence and ...
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... never been legible fince he was employ'd in that office , which he has poffefs'd about Forty Years . This , fure , cou'd never have happen'd in fo short a spa- ce of time , unless the Epitaph had been in- duftriously eras'd : and that ...
... never been legible fince he was employ'd in that office , which he has poffefs'd about Forty Years . This , fure , cou'd never have happen'd in fo short a spa- ce of time , unless the Epitaph had been in- duftriously eras'd : and that ...
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... never flags , but always keeps on wing . Where could'ft Thou words of fuch a compass finds Whence furnish fuch a vast expense of mind ? Juft Heav'n Thee , like Tirefias , to requite , Rewards with prophefy Thy lofs of fight . Well might ...
... never flags , but always keeps on wing . Where could'ft Thou words of fuch a compass finds Whence furnish fuch a vast expense of mind ? Juft Heav'n Thee , like Tirefias , to requite , Rewards with prophefy Thy lofs of fight . Well might ...
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... never dwell ! hope never comes That comes to all : but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning fulphur unconfum'd ! Such place eternal juftice had prepar'd For thofe rebellious ; here their prifon ...
... never dwell ! hope never comes That comes to all : but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning fulphur unconfum'd ! Such place eternal juftice had prepar'd For thofe rebellious ; here their prifon ...
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... never to fubmit or yield ; ( Aud what is elfe not to be overcome ? ) That glory never shall His wrath or might Extort from me , to bow and fue for grace With fuppliant knee , and deifie His pow'r Who from the terror of this arm fo late ...
... never to fubmit or yield ; ( Aud what is elfe not to be overcome ? ) That glory never shall His wrath or might Extort from me , to bow and fue for grace With fuppliant knee , and deifie His pow'r Who from the terror of this arm fo late ...
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Adam againſt Angels appear'd arm'd battel beft behold blifs burning lake call'd cauſe cœleftial creatures darkneſs deep defire delight divine e'er earth elfe erft eternal ev'ning evil eyes fafe faid fair Fair Angel feat feek feem'd feems fenfe ferpent fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftand ftate ftill ftood ftrength fuch fweet glory happy hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt himſelf hoft JOHN MILTON juft laft lefs light loft meaſure muſt night o'er pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe round Satan ſeem ſpake ſtars ſtate ſtood ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro throne thy felf tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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