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Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of Providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

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'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is.

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A dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height And time and place are lost.

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[Infinity is],..a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost.

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And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.

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Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?

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The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

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All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.

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For who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion?

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…What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?

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To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night.

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But he, though blind of sight,
Despised, and thought extinguished quite,
With inward eyes illuminated,
His fiery virtue roused
From under ashes into sudden flame,
[...]
So Virtue, given for lost,
Depressed and overthrown, as seemed,
Like that self-begotten bird
In the Arabian woods embost,
That no second knows now third,
And lay erewhile a holocaust,
From out her ashy womb now teemed,
Revives, reflourishes, then vigorous most
When most unactive deemed;
And, though her body die, her fame survives,
A secular bird, ages of lives.

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His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.

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Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she ate:
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.

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Belial, in act more graceful and humane;
A fairer person lost not heaven; he seemed
For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason.

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O fairest of creation! last and best
Of all God's works! creature in whom excell'd
Whatever can to sight or thought be form'd,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost,
Defac'd, deflower'd, and now to Death devote?

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