So reading Radi os has me wanting to play with Paradise Lost myself, apparently. Nothing too complicated, here. Ten stanzas, with the number of the stanza corresponding to the n-gram at work and the number of lines in the stanza. Made with my good friend charNG using Milton’s Paradise Lost. Enjoy!
1. hronosm. wansehwet. oweoaraip. 2. I be thers andof theratof sheerthiore 3. To lonese to proace imor Inving fought, Sin of rightent. 4. Up to Wood, orious wells, the low eye 5. Ran to his bliss, what I tasternal with us Each of others not what all. 6. Atom, founded long Severence expiate from her Hills, indite my slumbring 7. Stone wont to avoid The Heav'n; Armd with her Rayes fire Smooth, easiest to taste 8. imblaz'd All secret spake, each divides Produces with labour still thoughts and Heav'n to send In favour; peace and weltring measure overlov'd 9. and unmov'd to EVE renewd. So scoffing in ambiguous words his place No evil durst attempt. How due! yet why? it was a Rock Of DAVID (so I name this King) Holy, divinely 10. Soul hath chief delight, Mangl'd with eyes more numerous hasten'd As bands Of Heaven