The Works of John Milton, Volume 2, Issue 2Columbia University Press, 1931 - English literature |
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... Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with thee , 650 Wondrous indeed , if cause of such effects ... Fruit Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate , Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire ? 655 To whom thus ...
... Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with thee , 650 Wondrous indeed , if cause of such effects ... Fruit Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate , Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire ? 655 To whom thus ...
Page 286
... Fruit . Goddess humane , reach then , and freely taste . He ended , and his words replete with guile Into her heart too easie entrance won : 735 Fixt on the Fruit she gaz'd , which to behold Might tempt alone , and in her ears the sound ...
... Fruit . Goddess humane , reach then , and freely taste . He ended , and his words replete with guile Into her heart too easie entrance won : 735 Fixt on the Fruit she gaz'd , which to behold Might tempt alone , and in her ears the sound ...
Page 288
... Fruit Divine , Fair to the Eye , inviting to the Taste , Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then To reach , and feed at once both Bodie and Mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit , she pluck'd , she ...
... Fruit Divine , Fair to the Eye , inviting to the Taste , Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then To reach , and feed at once both Bodie and Mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit , she pluck'd , she ...
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