Paradise Lost, 1667 |
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... coming , and thy foft imbraces , hee , don Whofe image thou art , him thou shall enjoy Infeparablie thine , to him shalt beare Multitudes like thy felf , and theace be call'd Mother of human Race : what could I doe , But follow ftrait ...
... coming , and thy foft imbraces , hee , don Whofe image thou art , him thou shall enjoy Infeparablie thine , to him shalt beare Multitudes like thy felf , and theace be call'd Mother of human Race : what could I doe , But follow ftrait ...
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... coming to receive from us Knee - tribute yet unpaid , proftration vile , 780 Too much to one , but double how endur'd , To one and to his image now proclaim'd ? But what if better counfels might erect Our ་ Our minds and teach us to ...
... coming to receive from us Knee - tribute yet unpaid , proftration vile , 780 Too much to one , but double how endur'd , To one and to his image now proclaim'd ? But what if better counfels might erect Our ་ Our minds and teach us to ...
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... coming hither , Fruitless to me , though Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue reft with thee , 650 Wondrous indeed , if caufe of fuch effects . But of this Tree we may not tafte nor touch God fo commanded , and left that ...
... coming hither , Fruitless to me , though Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue reft with thee , 650 Wondrous indeed , if caufe of fuch effects . But of this Tree we may not tafte nor touch God fo commanded , and left that ...
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