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... Tree 420 Of Knowledge , planted by the Tree of Life , So neer grows Death to Life ; what ere Death is , 425 Som dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou knowst God hath pronounc't it death to taste that Tree , The onely sign of our ...
... Tree 420 Of Knowledge , planted by the Tree of Life , So neer grows Death to Life ; what ere Death is , 425 Som dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou knowst God hath pronounc't it death to taste that Tree , The onely sign of our ...
Page 198
... Tree Of prohibition , root of all our woe ; Which when she saw , thus to her guide she spake . Serpent , we might have spar'd our coming hither , Fruitless to mee , though Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with ...
... Tree Of prohibition , root of all our woe ; Which when she saw , thus to her guide she spake . Serpent , we might have spar'd our coming hither , Fruitless to mee , though Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with ...
Page 597
... tree the most savoury apples , and gave the apples , thus picked , to his master in the city . The latter , enthralled by the incredible sweetness of the fruit , transferred the tree itself to his own gardens . The tree , always richly ...
... tree the most savoury apples , and gave the apples , thus picked , to his master in the city . The latter , enthralled by the incredible sweetness of the fruit , transferred the tree itself to his own gardens . The tree , always richly ...
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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