The Poetical Works of John MiltonArundel Print, 1881 - 627ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... taste thy sweet , Nor GOD , nor man ; is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall from me withhold Longer thy offer'd good ; why else set here ? This said he paused not , but with ...
... taste thy sweet , Nor GOD , nor man ; is knowledge so despised ? Or envy , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall from me withhold Longer thy offer'd good ; why else set here ? This said he paused not , but with ...
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... Tastes , not well join'd , inelegant , but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change ; Bestirs her then , and from each tender stalk Whatever earth , all - bearing mother , yields In India east or west , or middle shore In ...
... Tastes , not well join'd , inelegant , but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change ; Bestirs her then , and from each tender stalk Whatever earth , all - bearing mother , yields In India east or west , or middle shore In ...
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... taste , too long forborne , at first assay Gave elocution to the mute , and taught The tongue not made for speech to speak thy praise : Thy praise He also who forbids thy use Conceals not from us , naming thee the Tree Of Knowledge ...
... taste , too long forborne , at first assay Gave elocution to the mute , and taught The tongue not made for speech to speak thy praise : Thy praise He also who forbids thy use Conceals not from us , naming thee the Tree Of Knowledge ...
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Adam ¨¡gypt Aldersgate Street Andrew Marvell angels answer'd appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright Bunhill Fields call'd Cherubim cloud creatures dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth English eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs friends fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hath head heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill John Milton join'd King lest light live Long Parliament Lord Lycidas Milton morn night o'er pain paradise Paradise Lost Parliament pass'd peace Petty France praise Presbyterians Psalm reign replied return'd round SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seat seem'd serpent shalt sight Son of GOD Sonnet soon spake spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings