The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Fruit Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate , Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire ? To whom thus Eve yet sinless . Of the Fruit Of each Tree in the Garden we may eate , But of the Fruit of this fair Tree amidst The Garden ...
... Fruit Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate , Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire ? To whom thus Eve yet sinless . Of the Fruit Of each Tree in the Garden we may eate , But of the Fruit of this fair Tree amidst The Garden ...
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... Fruit . Goddess humane , reach then , and freely taste . He ended , and his words replete with guile Into her heart too easie entrance won : Fixt on the Fruit she gaz'd , which to behold Might tempt alone , and in her ears the sound Yet ...
... Fruit . Goddess humane , reach then , and freely taste . He ended , and his words replete with guile Into her heart too easie entrance won : Fixt on the Fruit she gaz'd , which to behold Might tempt alone , and in her ears the sound Yet ...
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... Fruit Divine , Fair to the Eye , inviting to the Taste , Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then To reach , and feed at once both Bodie and Mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit , she pluck'd , she ...
... Fruit Divine , Fair to the Eye , inviting to the Taste , Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then To reach , and feed at once both Bodie and Mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit , she pluck'd , she ...
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