The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 1William Pickering, 1826 |
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... side nothing ; and by proof we feel Our pow'r sufficient to disturb his Heaven , And with perpetual inroads to alarm , Though inaccessible , his fatal throne ; Which , if not victory , is yet revenge . ” He ended , frowning ; and his ...
... side nothing ; and by proof we feel Our pow'r sufficient to disturb his Heaven , And with perpetual inroads to alarm , Though inaccessible , his fatal throne ; Which , if not victory , is yet revenge . ” He ended , frowning ; and his ...
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... side Heav'n from whence your legions fell : If that way be your walk , you have not far : So much the nearer danger ... sides round Environ'd , wins his way ; harder beset , And more endanger'd , than when Argo pass ' d Through Bosporus ...
... side Heav'n from whence your legions fell : If that way be your walk , you have not far : So much the nearer danger ... sides round Environ'd , wins his way ; harder beset , And more endanger'd , than when Argo pass ' d Through Bosporus ...
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... side to thee , nearest my heart , Substantial life , to have thee by my side 485 Henceforth an individual solace dear ; Part of my soul B. IV . ] 131 PARADISE LOST .
... side to thee , nearest my heart , Substantial life , to have thee by my side 485 Henceforth an individual solace dear ; Part of my soul B. IV . ] 131 PARADISE LOST .
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Adam Almighty Andrew Marvel Angels appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss bright burning lake call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim created creatures dark death deep delight divine dread eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel fall'n Father fell Fiend fill'd fire flaming flow'rs form'd fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hath Heav'n Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill honour John Milton join'd King know'st less light live Martin Bucer morn mov'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd Petty France plac'd pleas'd poems pow'r praise rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Samson Agonistes Samuel Hartlib sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade sight soon sov'reign spake Spi'rits Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence whereof wings