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Page 156
... Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind ; Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth . He scarce had said , when the bare Earth , till then Desert and bare , unsightly , unadornd , Brought forth the tender Grass , whose verdure clad Her ...
... Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind ; Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth . He scarce had said , when the bare Earth , till then Desert and bare , unsightly , unadornd , Brought forth the tender Grass , whose verdure clad Her ...
Page 198
... Fruit untoucht , Still hanging incorruptible , till men Grow up to thir provision , and more hands . Help to disburden Nature of her Bearth . To whom the wilie Adder , blithe and glad . Empress , the way is readie , and not long ...
... Fruit untoucht , Still hanging incorruptible , till men Grow up to thir provision , and more hands . Help to disburden Nature of her Bearth . To whom the wilie Adder , blithe and glad . Empress , the way is readie , and not long ...
Page 201
... Fruit , which with desire , Inclinable now grown to touch or taste , 740 Sollicited her longing eye ; yet first Pausing a while , thus to her self she mus'd . Great are thy Vertues , doubtless , best of Fruits , 745 Though kept from Man ...
... Fruit , which with desire , Inclinable now grown to touch or taste , 740 Sollicited her longing eye ; yet first Pausing a while , thus to her self she mus'd . Great are thy Vertues , doubtless , best of Fruits , 745 Though kept from Man ...
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Adam agni Angels Antistrophe appeerd arms aught Battel Beast behold bliss Boötes brest bright calld Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father Faunus fear fire Fruit giv'n glorious glory Gods gold'n Grace hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill holy honour Israel John Milton joind Jove King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Muse neath night numina op'n Paradise Paradise Lost peace perfet praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd returnd round Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree turnd vertue voice wandring Warr wingd wings World