Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ...proprietors, 1795 |
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... taste ; And freely all their pleasant fruit for food 540 Gave thee ; all sorts are here that all th ' earth yields Variety without end ; but of the tree , Which tasted works knowledge of good and evil , Thou may'st not ; in the day thou ...
... taste ; And freely all their pleasant fruit for food 540 Gave thee ; all sorts are here that all th ' earth yields Variety without end ; but of the tree , Which tasted works knowledge of good and evil , Thou may'st not ; in the day thou ...
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... taste , And shun the bitter consequence : for know , The day thou eat'st thereof , my sole command Transgress'd , inevitably thou shalt die , From that day mortal , and this happy state Shalt lose , expell'd from hence into a world Of ...
... taste , And shun the bitter consequence : for know , The day thou eat'st thereof , my sole command Transgress'd , inevitably thou shalt die , From that day mortal , and this happy state Shalt lose , expell'd from hence into a world Of ...
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... taste No pleasure , though in pleasure , solitary . What think'st thou then of me , and this my state ? Seem I to thee sufficiently possess'd Of happiness , or not ? Who am alone From all eternity , for none I know Second to me or like ...
... taste No pleasure , though in pleasure , solitary . What think'st thou then of me , and this my state ? Seem I to thee sufficiently possess'd Of happiness , or not ? Who am alone From all eternity , for none I know Second to me or like ...
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... to find In all things else delight indeed , but such As us'd or not , works in the mind no change , Nor vehement desire , these delicacies 520 Imean of taste , sight , smell , herbs , 72 [ BOOK VIII . PARADISE LOST .
... to find In all things else delight indeed , but such As us'd or not , works in the mind no change , Nor vehement desire , these delicacies 520 Imean of taste , sight , smell , herbs , 72 [ BOOK VIII . PARADISE LOST .
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... taste , sight , smell , herbs , fruits , and flowers , Walks , and the melody of birds ; but here Far otherwise , transported I behold , Transported touch ; here passion first I felt , 530 Commotion strange , in all enjoyments else ...
... taste , sight , smell , herbs , fruits , and flowers , Walks , and the melody of birds ; but here Far otherwise , transported I behold , Transported touch ; here passion first I felt , 530 Commotion strange , in all enjoyments else ...
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Adam Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss call'd Canaan celestial chariot Cherubic Cherubim cloud creatures darkness death deep delight descend didst divine doom dwell eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fierce firmament of Heaven fix'd form'd fruit glory Gods Grotius ground hand happy hast thou hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill human voice interpolated JOHN MILTON join'd judg'd Lauder lest light live lost mankind Masenius Messiah Michael Milton mix'd mountain mov'd night ordain'd Paradise Paradise Lost peace Phineus pow'r rais'd receiv'd reply'd return'd sapience Satan seat seed seem'd Serpent shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits Spirit stars stood sweet Tartaro taste thee thence thine things THOMAS NEWTON thou hast thou may'st thought throne thyself Tiresias tree turn'd virtue voice wak'd wand'ring whence wings
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