Book of Enoch and John Milton
Harris Fletcher (1930) found the name Ariel in a copy of the Syncellus fragments of the Book of Enoch, and suggested that the text was known to John Milton and may be the source for Milton's use of the name for a minor angel in Paradise Lost. however the presence of the name in the Syncellus fragments has not been verified (1938), and in any case since the discovery of the Dead Sea scrolls earlier versions of the Book of Enoch are now known, not containing the name Ariel. In Paradise Lost, Ariel is a rebel angel, overcome by the seraph Abdiel in the first day of the War of Heaven.
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