The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599페이지 |
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... taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ; is Knowledge so despis'd ? Or envie , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall from me withhold Longer thy offerd good , why else set here ? This said he paus'd not , but with ...
... taste thy sweet , Nor God , nor Man ; is Knowledge so despis'd ? Or envie , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will , none shall from me withhold Longer thy offerd good , why else set here ? This said he paus'd not , but with ...
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... taste These bounties which our Nourisher , from whom All perfet good unmeasur'd out , descends , To us for food and for delight hath caus'd The Earth to yeild ; unsavourie food perhaps To spiritual Natures ; only this I know , That one ...
... taste These bounties which our Nourisher , from whom All perfet good unmeasur'd out , descends , To us for food and for delight hath caus'd The Earth to yeild ; unsavourie food perhaps To spiritual Natures ; only this I know , That one ...
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... taste , Sollicited her longing eye ; yet first Pausing a while , thus to her self she mus'd . Great are thy Vertues , doubtless , best of Fruits , Though kept from Man , & worthy to be admir'd , Whose taste , too long forborn , at first ...
... taste , Sollicited her longing eye ; yet first Pausing a while , thus to her self she mus'd . Great are thy Vertues , doubtless , best of Fruits , Though kept from Man , & worthy to be admir'd , Whose taste , too long forborn , at first ...
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