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... thou lost , how on a sudden lost , Defac't , deflourd , and now to Death devote ? Rather how hast thou yeelded to transgress The strict forbiddance , how to violate The sacred Fruit forbidd'n ? som cursed fraud Of Enemie hath beguil'd thee ...
... thou lost , how on a sudden lost , Defac't , deflourd , and now to Death devote ? Rather how hast thou yeelded to transgress The strict forbiddance , how to violate The sacred Fruit forbidd'n ? som cursed fraud Of Enemie hath beguil'd thee ...
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... thou , that I On what I offer set as high esteem , Nor what I part with mean to give for naught ; All these which in ... hast dar'd to utter Th ' abominable terms , impious condition ; But I endure the time , till which expir'd , Thou ...
... thou , that I On what I offer set as high esteem , Nor what I part with mean to give for naught ; All these which in ... hast dar'd to utter Th ' abominable terms , impious condition ; But I endure the time , till which expir'd , Thou ...
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... thee doth relie , And in thee only rest . PSAL . LXXXV I THY Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack , Thou hast from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back . 2 Th'iniquity thou didst forgive That wrought thy people woe ...
... thee doth relie , And in thee only rest . PSAL . LXXXV I THY Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack , Thou hast from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back . 2 Th'iniquity thou didst forgive That wrought thy people woe ...
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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