The Works of John Milton, Volume 2, Issue 2Columbia University Press, 1931 - English literature |
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Page 287
... taste , too long forborn , at first assay Gave elocution to the mute , and taught The Tongue not made for Speech to speak thy praise : 750 Thy praise hee also who forbids thy use , Conceales not from us , naming thee the Tree Of ...
... taste , too long forborn , at first assay Gave elocution to the mute , and taught The Tongue not made for Speech to speak thy praise : 750 Thy praise hee also who forbids thy use , Conceales not from us , naming thee the Tree Of ...
Page 291
... taste ; And hath bin tasted such : the Serpent wise , Or not restraind as wee , or not obeying , Hath eat❜n of the fruit , and is become , 870 Not dead , as we are threatn'd , but thenceforth Endu'd with human voice and human sense ...
... taste ; And hath bin tasted such : the Serpent wise , Or not restraind as wee , or not obeying , Hath eat❜n of the fruit , and is become , 870 Not dead , as we are threatn'd , but thenceforth Endu'd with human voice and human sense ...
Page 295
... Taste so Divine , that what of sweet before Hath toucht my sense , flat seems to this , and harsh . On my experience , Adam , freely taste , 990 And fear of Death deliver to the Windes . So saying , she embrac'd him , and for joy ...
... Taste so Divine , that what of sweet before Hath toucht my sense , flat seems to this , and harsh . On my experience , Adam , freely taste , 990 And fear of Death deliver to the Windes . So saying , she embrac'd him , and for joy ...
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