The Works of John Milton, Volume 2, Issue 2Columbia University Press, 1931 - English literature |
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Page 355
... thee Paradise ? thus leave 270 Thee Native Soile , these happie Walks and Shades , Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respit of that day That must be mortal to us both . O flours , That never will in ...
... thee Paradise ? thus leave 270 Thee Native Soile , these happie Walks and Shades , Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respit of that day That must be mortal to us both . O flours , That never will in ...
Page 465
... thee accurst , now more accurst 180 For this attempt bolder then that on Eve , And more blasphemous ? which expect to rue . The Kingdoms of the world to thee were giv'n , Permitted rather , and by thee usurp't , Other donation none thou ...
... thee accurst , now more accurst 180 For this attempt bolder then that on Eve , And more blasphemous ? which expect to rue . The Kingdoms of the world to thee were giv'n , Permitted rather , and by thee usurp't , Other donation none thou ...
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... thee is fittest place , I found thee there , And thither will return thee , yet remember 375 What I foretell thee , soon thou shalt have cause To wish thou never hadst rejected thus Nicely or cautiously my offer'd aid , Which would have ...
... thee is fittest place , I found thee there , And thither will return thee , yet remember 375 What I foretell thee , soon thou shalt have cause To wish thou never hadst rejected thus Nicely or cautiously my offer'd aid , Which would have ...
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