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“In either hand the hastning Angel caught Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate Led them direct, and down the Cliff as fast To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd. They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat, Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes: Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon; The World was all before them, where to choose Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide: They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow, Through Eden took thir solitarie way.”

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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, 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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