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Page 257
... Nature ; which he thus expressd . True op❜ner of mine eyes , prime Angel blest , Much better seems this Vision , and more hope Of peaceful dayes portends , then those two past ; Those were of hate and death , or pain much worse , Here ...
... Nature ; which he thus expressd . True op❜ner of mine eyes , prime Angel blest , Much better seems this Vision , and more hope Of peaceful dayes portends , then those two past ; Those were of hate and death , or pain much worse , Here ...
Page 304
... Nature need not , Or God support Nature without repast Though needing , what praise is it to endure ? But now I feel I hunger , which declares , Nature hath need of what she asks ; yet God Can satisfie that need some other way , Though ...
... Nature need not , Or God support Nature without repast Though needing , what praise is it to endure ? But now I feel I hunger , which declares , Nature hath need of what she asks ; yet God Can satisfie that need some other way , Though ...
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... Nature powre her bounties forth , With such a full and unwithdrawing hand , 710 Covering the earth with odours ... Natures bastards , not her sons , Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight , And strangl'd with her waste ...
... Nature powre her bounties forth , With such a full and unwithdrawing hand , 710 Covering the earth with odours ... Natures bastards , not her sons , Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight , And strangl'd with her waste ...
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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