The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599페이지 |
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... Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love - lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well . Canst thou not tell ...
... Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love - lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well . Canst thou not tell ...
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... Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest Birds ; pleasant the Sun When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flour , Glistring with dew ; fragrant the ...
... Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest Birds ; pleasant the Sun When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flour , Glistring with dew ; fragrant the ...
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... sweet , Nor God , nor Man ; is Knowledge so despis'd ? Or envie , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will ... Sweet of thy self , but much more sweet thus cropt , Forbidd'n here , it seems , as onely fit For Gods , yet able to ...
... sweet , Nor God , nor Man ; is Knowledge so despis'd ? Or envie , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will ... Sweet of thy self , but much more sweet thus cropt , Forbidd'n here , it seems , as onely fit For Gods , yet able to ...
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