The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... Tree Of knowledge , planted by the Tree of Life , So neer grows Death to Life , what ere Death is , Som dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou knowst God hath pronounc't it death to taste that Tree , The only sign of our obedience left ...
... Tree Of knowledge , planted by the Tree of Life , So neer grows Death to Life , what ere Death is , Som dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou knowst God hath pronounc't it death to taste that Tree , The only sign of our obedience left ...
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... Tree , from hence how far ? For many are the Trees of God that grow In Paradise , and various , yet unknown To us , in such abundance lies our choice , As leaves a greater store of Fruit untoucht , Still hanging incorruptible , till men ...
... Tree , from hence how far ? For many are the Trees of God that grow In Paradise , and various , yet unknown To us , in such abundance lies our choice , As leaves a greater store of Fruit untoucht , Still hanging incorruptible , till men ...
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... Tree Of prohibition , root of all our woe ; Which when she saw , thus to her guide she spake . Serpent , we might have spar'd our coming hither , Fruitless to me , though Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with ...
... Tree Of prohibition , root of all our woe ; Which when she saw , thus to her guide she spake . Serpent , we might have spar'd our coming hither , Fruitless to me , though Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with ...
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