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“Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half: with that thy gentle hand Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see How beauty is excelld by manly grace.”

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Paradise lost

Written by John Milton, Paradise Lost is a profound narrative that delves into the origins of evil and the struggle between good and evil. The poem narrates the story of the fall of Adam and Eve, their expulsion from Eden, and the subsequent war in heaven. It is renowned for its complex characters, rich symbolism, and profound theological and philosophical themes. more

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John Milton
John Milton

John Milton, born on December 9, 1608, in London, and died on November 8, 1674, was a renowned English poet and scholar. He is best known for his epic poem 'Paradise Lost,' which has had a profound impact on world literature. more

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