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" Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all... "
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Annual Register, 59±Ç

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 ÆäÀÌÁö
...pitying Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall — " Some flow'ret of Eden ye still inherit, She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her,...the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age ut play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the Lake, she heard the moan...
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 ÆäÀÌÁö
...She wept— the air frrew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops rhn; For there'ka inaf^ie in each tear Such kindly spirits weep for man! Just then beneath some orange treva' Whose fruit ainl bliuuxns in toe breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 1±Ç

1817 - 708 ÆäÀÌÁö
...near the azure calm of the Lake of Maeris. This beautiful scene is devastated by the plague, and -v " Just then, beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit...blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free ' • » • iA Like age at play with infancy, "• /•.; ,\ Beneath that fresh and springing bower....
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, 1±Ç

1817 - 694 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Rosetta, near the azure calm of the Lake of Meris. This beautiful scene is devastated by the plague, and " Just then, beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit...and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, tree. Like age at play with infancy. Beneath that fresh and springing bower. Close bjr the Lake, she...
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The Eclectic Review, 8±Ç;26±Ç

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1817 - 738 ÆäÀÌÁö
...couhi have thought,' amid this lovely scene, the plagne \v*ta busy f ,-..•• i « n. • ,-llf''/uBf 'then beneath some orange trees, . ..!'•• Whose/...fruit and blossoms in the breeze • -Were wantoning Ongether, free, . ... Like age at play with infancy— . | .1 Beneath that fresh and springing bower,...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., 59±Ç

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 798 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Some flow'ret- of Eden ye still inherit, " But the trau of the Serpent is over them all !" POETRY. 597 She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran ; For there's a magic ¢®u each tear, Such kindly Spirits weep for man ! Just then benealh some orange trees, Whose fruit...
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The Etonian, 1±Ç

1821 - 420 ÆäÀÌÁö
...its pristine perfection. " Poor race of men — Dearly ye pay for your primal fall, Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit. But the trail of the serpent is over them all." The rose, however, still looks lovely in the midst of a garden of weeds, whose contiguity is contaminating....
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The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., 1±Ç

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Poor race of Men 1" said the pitying Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall ; " Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, " But the trail of the Serpent...magic in each tear, Such kindly spirits weep for man ! * Sonnini describes this beautiful bird. t This circumstance has been introduced into poetry ;—...
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The Etonian, 2±Ç

1824 - 340 ÆäÀÌÁö
...its pristine perfection. " Poor race of men — Dearly ye pay for your primal fall, Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all." The rose, however, still looks lovely in the midst of a garden of weeds, whose contiguity is contaminating....
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The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, 1±Ç

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 326 ÆäÀÌÁö
...race of Men!" said the pityiug Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall — .j ," Some flowrets of Eden ye still inherit, " But the trail of the Serpent is over them all 1'"" She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran; For there's a magic...
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