The Poetical Works of John Milton, 1-2±ÇPorter & Coates, 1880 |
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... perhaps am secret ; heaven is high , High and remote to see from thence distinct Each thing on earth ; and other care perhaps May have diverted from continual watch Our great Forbidder , safe with all his spies About him . But to Adam ...
... perhaps am secret ; heaven is high , High and remote to see from thence distinct Each thing on earth ; and other care perhaps May have diverted from continual watch Our great Forbidder , safe with all his spies About him . But to Adam ...
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... Perhaps thou shalt not die , perhaps the fact Is not so heinous now , foretasted fruit , Profan'd first by the serpent , by him first Made common and unhallow'd ere our taste ; Not yet on him found deadly ; he yet lives , Lives , as ...
... Perhaps thou shalt not die , perhaps the fact Is not so heinous now , foretasted fruit , Profan'd first by the serpent , by him first Made common and unhallow'd ere our taste ; Not yet on him found deadly ; he yet lives , Lives , as ...
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... perhaps When God descended , and perhaps once more To sound at general doom . Th ' angelic blast Fill'd all the regions : from their blissful bow'rs Of amarantin shade , fountain or spring , By the waters of life , where'er they sat In ...
... perhaps When God descended , and perhaps once more To sound at general doom . Th ' angelic blast Fill'd all the regions : from their blissful bow'rs Of amarantin shade , fountain or spring , By the waters of life , where'er they sat In ...
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