Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books, Том 1J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper in the Strand., 1750 |
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A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton Thomas Newton. PARADISE LOST every greatly amiable mufe Of elder ages in thy Milton.
A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton Thomas Newton. PARADISE LOST every greatly amiable mufe Of elder ages in thy Milton.
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... , the guardian angels forfake paradise , and return up to heaven to approve their vigilance , and are approv'd , God de- claring that the entrance of satan could not be by them prevented . He fends his fon to judge the THE ARGUMENTS .
... , the guardian angels forfake paradise , and return up to heaven to approve their vigilance , and are approv'd , God de- claring that the entrance of satan could not be by them prevented . He fends his fon to judge the THE ARGUMENTS .
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... Paradise ; fends Mi- chael with a band of cherubim to dispossess them ; but first to reveal to Adam future things : Michael's co- ming down . Adam fhews to Eve certain ominous figns ; he difcerns Michael's approach , goes out to meet ...
... Paradise ; fends Mi- chael with a band of cherubim to dispossess them ; but first to reveal to Adam future things : Michael's co- ming down . Adam fhews to Eve certain ominous figns ; he difcerns Michael's approach , goes out to meet ...
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Adam againſt alſo angel appeer'd beaſt behold beſt bright call'd cauſe celeſtial cloud darkneſs death deep defire divine dwell earth eaſe elſe eternal evil eyes faid fair faſt feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit fuch gate glory haſt hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoſt juſt laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're paradife paſt pleaſant pleaſure praiſe preſent puniſhment rais'd reaſon repli'd reſt return'd riſing satan ſcarce ſea ſeek ſeems ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſkie ſome ſon ſpake ſpeed ſpirits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrange ſtream ſtrength ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe thine things thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring waſte whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worſe