Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
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365 375 ' Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours , And ask them what report they bore to Heaven , And how they might have borne more welcome news Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend , her best ; if not ...
365 375 ' Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours , And ask them what report they bore to Heaven , And how they might have borne more welcome news Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend , her best ; if not ...
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Adam Angels arms behold bliss bring cause cloud created dark death deep delight divine dread dust dwell earth eternal evil fair faith fall fate Father fear field fire flame fruit future give glory Gods hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven Hell hope hour human immortal kind King leave less light live look Lorenzo lost man's mankind mind mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er once pain Paradise peace perhaps pleasure praise pride proud Reason rest rise round Satan scene sense shade sight skies smile song soon soul Spirits stand stars stood strange sweet taste thee thine things thou thought throne till tree true truth turn virtue wide wing wisdom wise wish wonder
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| Наслов | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
| Аутор | John Milton |
| Издавач | Phillips, Sampsons, & Company, 1850 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 28 феб 2008 |
| Дужина | 294 страница |
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