From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star... Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 1711 - Page 26 by John Milton - 1801 Full view -
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