The Works of John Milton, Volume 2, Issue 2Columbia University Press, 1931 - English literature |
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Page 272
... happie State Left so imperfet by the Maker wise , As not secure to single or combin'd . 340 Fraile is our happiness , if this be so , And Eden were no Eden thus expos'd . To whom thus Adam fervently repli'd . O Woman , best are all ...
... happie State Left so imperfet by the Maker wise , As not secure to single or combin'd . 340 Fraile is our happiness , if this be so , And Eden were no Eden thus expos'd . To whom thus Adam fervently repli'd . O Woman , best are all ...
Page 295
... happie trial of thy Love , which else So eminently never had bin known . Were it I thought Death menac't would ensue This my attempt , I would sustain alone The worst , and not perswade thee , rather die 980 Deserted , then oblige thee ...
... happie trial of thy Love , which else So eminently never had bin known . Were it I thought Death menac't would ensue This my attempt , I would sustain alone The worst , and not perswade thee , rather die 980 Deserted , then oblige thee ...
Page 401
... happie seat , Wav'd over by that flaming Brand , the Gate With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes : 645 Som natural tears they drop'd , but wip'd them soon ; The World was all before them , where to choose Thir place of rest , and ...
... happie seat , Wav'd over by that flaming Brand , the Gate With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes : 645 Som natural tears they drop'd , but wip'd them soon ; The World was all before them , where to choose Thir place of rest , and ...
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