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... leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste it all my self , and leave ye none ! So disinherited how would ye bless Mee now your Curse ! Ah , why should all mankind For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemnd , 815 820 If guiltless ? But ...
... leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste it all my self , and leave ye none ! So disinherited how would ye bless Mee now your Curse ! Ah , why should all mankind For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemnd , 815 820 If guiltless ? But ...
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... , who unseen Yet all had heard , with audible lament Discoverd soon the place of her retire . O unexpected stroke , worse then of Death ! 230 235 240 245 250 255 260 265 Must I thus leave thee Paradise ? thus leave Thee 248 Paradise Lost.
... , who unseen Yet all had heard , with audible lament Discoverd soon the place of her retire . O unexpected stroke , worse then of Death ! 230 235 240 245 250 255 260 265 Must I thus leave thee Paradise ? thus leave Thee 248 Paradise Lost.
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... leaves , Like him in faith , in wisdom , and renown ; 150 The Grandchilde with twelve Sons increast , departs From Canaan , to a Land hereafter calld ISS Egypt , divided by the River Nile ; See where it ... leave nothing green Book XII 269.
... leaves , Like him in faith , in wisdom , and renown ; 150 The Grandchilde with twelve Sons increast , departs From Canaan , to a Land hereafter calld ISS Egypt , divided by the River Nile ; See where it ... leave nothing green Book XII 269.
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