Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books

Adam alſo Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel behold beſt bliſs bright burning lake call'd cloſe counſels courſe dark deep deſign deſpair dread earth eaſe eaſy elſe eternal eyes Fair Angel fall'n falſe Father feat fide Fiend fight filence fince fire firſt fome fons foon foul fuch gate glory happy haſte hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth hill hoft juſt king laſt leſs light loft loſs meaſure moſt muſt night o'er pain PARADISE LOST paſs paſs'd paſt pow'r praiſe preſent rais'd reaſon reign reply'd reſt rife roſe round Satan ſay ſcarce ſcorn ſeem'd ſenſe ſerve ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhields ſhould ſince ſmall ſoft ſome ſpake ſpear ſpeed Spirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſubſtance ſuch ſweet ſwift taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts throne turn'd univerſal vaſt vex'd waſte whence whoſe wings worſe καὶ