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 - עמוד 26
מאת John Milton - 1801
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