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" O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death! Must I thus leave thee$ Paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. "
The Paradise Lost of Milton - Side 165
1827
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The Spectator, Bind 5

1739 - 312 sider
...particularly foft and womanilh. Mujl I then leave thee, Paradife? Thus leave " ^hee, native Soil, thefc happy Walks and Shades Fit haunt of Gods ? Where I had hope to fpend f>uiet, though fad, the re/fit e of that Day That muft be mortal to us both. O Flovjrs, That...
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Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books, Bind 2

John Milton - 1750 - 716 sider
...270 Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My gether. But in the paffage before fate of Man is determin'd, and Pa" He arenly o lines eated out of...
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Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the ...

John Milton - 1759 - 608 sider
...270 Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early vifitation, and my laft 275 At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft opening bud, and...
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The Thebaid of Statius, Bind 2

Publius Papinius Statius - 1767 - 338 sider
...denounces her Departure from Eden. Muft I thus leave thee Paradife ? thus leave Thee, native Soil, thofe happy Walks and Shades, Fit Haunt of Gods ? where I had Hope to fpend, Qwet, though fad, £?>. Par. Loft, B. n. V. 269. Nor BooKlX. STATIUS's THEBAID. 429 Nor thy...
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The Thebaid of Statius, Bind 1

Publius Papinius Statius - 1767 - 696 sider
...denounces her Departure from Eden. Muft I thus leave thee Paradife ? thus leave Thee, native Soil, thofe happy Walks and Shades, Fit Haunt of Gods ? where I had Hope to fpend, Quiet, though fad, fcff. P«r.Lt>J), B. n. V. 169, Nor thy now breathlefs Grandfon's early Fate,...
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Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to ...

1776 - 478 sider
...audible lament Discover'd soon the place of her retire: O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must l thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, 270 Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend. Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must...
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The Works of the English Poets: Milton

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 262 sider
...273 Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early vifitation, and my lail »75 At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft opening bud,...
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The Works of the English Poets: Milton

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 262 sider
...270 Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, IVJy early vifitation, and my laft 275 At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft opening...
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Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books, Bind 2

John Milton - 1784 - 278 sider
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpite of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early vifitation, and my laft 275 At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand, From the firft op'ning bud,...
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Essays on rhetoric: abridged chiefly from dr. Blair's lectures on that science

Hugh Blair - 1784 - 412 sider
...Fit haunt of Gods! where I had hopes to fpend Quiet, though fad, the refpite of that day Which rnuft be mortal to us both. O flowers ! That never will in other climate grow, My early vifitation, and my laft At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand. From your firft op'ning buds, and...
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