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... less faire , Less winning soft , less amiablie milde , Then that smooth watry image ; back I turnd , 480 Thou following cryd'st aloud , Return fair Eve , Whom fli'st thou ? whom thou fli'st , of him thou art , His flesh , his bone ; to ...
... less faire , Less winning soft , less amiablie milde , Then that smooth watry image ; back I turnd , 480 Thou following cryd'st aloud , Return fair Eve , Whom fli'st thou ? whom thou fli'st , of him thou art , His flesh , his bone ; to ...
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... Less pain , less to be fled , or thou then they Less hardie to endure ? courageous Chief , 905 910 915 920 The first in flight from pain , hadst thou alleg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight , Thou surely hadst not come sole ...
... Less pain , less to be fled , or thou then they Less hardie to endure ? courageous Chief , 905 910 915 920 The first in flight from pain , hadst thou alleg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight , Thou surely hadst not come sole ...
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... less exact . For well I understand in the prime end Of Nature her th ' inferiour , in the mind 525 530 535 540 And inward Faculties , which most excell , In outward also her resembling less His Image who made both , and less expressing ...
... less exact . For well I understand in the prime end Of Nature her th ' inferiour , in the mind 525 530 535 540 And inward Faculties , which most excell , In outward also her resembling less His Image who made both , and less expressing ...
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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