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" Even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount ? Thee lastly, nuptial bower ! by me... "
The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson - الصفحة 167
بواسطة John Milton - 1807
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...fount? Thee lastly, nuptial bower, by rae adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,...

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...had hoped to spend. Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both? How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? and could only be consoled by the mild reply of Michael, her guardian...

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...? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower ! by me adorn'd With what to sight or smell was sweet ! from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits ? ' " •- This most afflicts me, that, departing hence, As from His face I shall be hid, deprived...

Lyrical, narrative and devotional poems

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...fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower ! by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? JOHN MILTON (1608-1674). THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS. DEATH, though...

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...fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild: — "Lament not, Eve, but patiently...

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...Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned 280 With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits ?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild : — "Lament not, Eve, but patiently...




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