The Poetical Works of John Milton, Bind 1J. Forbes & Company no. 78 Gold street., 1815 |
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Abdiel Adam advanc'd Almighty angels appear'd arm'd arms Beelzebub behold Belial bliss bright burning lake call'd celestial chariot cherub cherubim cloud created creatures dark deeds deep delight divine dread dwell eternal evil eyes fair Fair angel fall'n Father fell fiend fierce fiery fill'd fire flaming flow'rs form'd fruit gates glory Gods gold golden grace hand happy hast hath Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill honour host infernal Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King know'st legions less light Messiah Moloch morn night o'er Omnipotent ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST pass'd plac'd pleas'd pow'r praise quires rage rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seat seem'd seraph seraphim shade sight soon spake spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence things thither thou thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice wand'ring whence winds wings Zephon
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