Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books

Adam againſt alſo angel appear arms began behold beſt bring callid cloud created dark death deep delight divine doubt dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear field fight fire firſt foon fruit glory gods grace hand happy haſt hath head heard heart heav'n hell hill himſelf hope houſe juſt King laſt late Latin leave leſs light live look loſt mean Milton mind morn moſt muſt nature never night once pain Paradiſe peace perhaps reaſon receive reſt round ſaid Satan ſay ſeems ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thought throne till tree virtue voice whoſe wide wings