The Works of John Milton, Volume 2, Issue 2Columbia University Press, 1931 - English literature |
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Page 295
... bad 995 Such recompence best merits ) from the bough She gave him of that fair enticing Fruit With liberal hand : he scrupl'd not to eat Against his better knowledge , not deceav'd , But fondly BOOK IX ] PARADISE LOST 295.
... bad 995 Such recompence best merits ) from the bough She gave him of that fair enticing Fruit With liberal hand : he scrupl'd not to eat Against his better knowledge , not deceav'd , But fondly BOOK IX ] PARADISE LOST 295.
Page 342
... better shroud , som better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benumm'd , ere this diurnal Starr 1070 Leave cold the Night , how we his gather'd beams Reflected , may with matter sere foment , Or by collision of two bodies grinde The Air ...
... better shroud , som better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benumm'd , ere this diurnal Starr 1070 Leave cold the Night , how we his gather'd beams Reflected , may with matter sere foment , Or by collision of two bodies grinde The Air ...
Page 436
... better to express , Troubl'd that thou shouldst hunger , hath purvey'd From all the Elements her choicest store 335 To treat thee as beseems , and as her Lord With honour , only deign to sit and eat . He spake no dream , for as his ...
... better to express , Troubl'd that thou shouldst hunger , hath purvey'd From all the Elements her choicest store 335 To treat thee as beseems , and as her Lord With honour , only deign to sit and eat . He spake no dream , for as his ...
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