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... bring not innocence into the world , we bring impurity much rather ; that which purifies us is trial , and trial is by what is contrary . " e - vil self - fed and self - consumed . In Paradise Lost , II , 795-802 , Sin is represented as ...
... bring not innocence into the world , we bring impurity much rather ; that which purifies us is trial , and trial is by what is contrary . " e - vil self - fed and self - consumed . In Paradise Lost , II , 795-802 , Sin is represented as ...
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... Bring better the pincke and purple cullambine , With gelliflowres ; Bring coronations , and sops in wine , rathe , early . Worne of paramoures , etc. that forsaken dies . Milton first wrote " that unwedded dies . " Cf. The Winter's Tale ...
... Bring better the pincke and purple cullambine , With gelliflowres ; Bring coronations , and sops in wine , rathe , early . Worne of paramoures , etc. that forsaken dies . Milton first wrote " that unwedded dies . " Cf. The Winter's Tale ...
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... bring back Through the world's wilderness long - wandered Man Safe to eternal Paradise of rest . Meanwhile they in ... brings them back , 345 Remembering mercy , and his covenant sworn To David , stablished as the days of Heaven ...
... bring back Through the world's wilderness long - wandered Man Safe to eternal Paradise of rest . Meanwhile they in ... brings them back , 345 Remembering mercy , and his covenant sworn To David , stablished as the days of Heaven ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ętatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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Adam angels appear arms Book bright bring brought called cause comes dark death deep delight divine Earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fire force fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill hope human Italy King Latin leave less light lines live look Lord lost means Milton mind morn move Nature never night once pain Paradise passed peace perhaps poem praise reason receive rest round Samson Satan seek seemed side sight song soon sound spirits stand star stood strength sweet taste thee things thou thought throne till tree true turned virtue voice winds wings wonder