Today is the 400th birthday of John Milton
(9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674).
From the heap, these PT drawings circa 1973, spun loosely on a few lines from Paradise Lost, Books 1-4.
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Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view
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Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes
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Drew audience and attention still as Night
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In others count'nance red his own dismay
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If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
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Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou
My being gav'st me; whom should I obey
But thee, whom follow?
3/1
Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born
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Presented with a Universal blanc
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The radiant image of his Glory sat
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The World shall burn, and from her ashes spring
New Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell
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Invisible, except to God alone
4/1
O For that warning voice, which he who saw
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But rather to tell how, if Art could tell
4/358 (above)
O Hell! what doe mine eyes with grief behold
4/462 (below)
Bending to look on me, I started back,
It started back, but pleasd I soon returnd
