 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 1651827Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1832 - 440 sider
...flower garden without thinking of Eden, and the plaintive fare, well of her who had lost her innocence 1 Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy Walks and shade*, Fit haunt of Gods, where I had hope to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day, That... | |
 | William Empson - 1950 - 312 sider
...without pausing for analysis, without holding up the single movement of the line. xi. 273-285. O flours, That never will in other Climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the first op'ning buds, and gave ye Names, Who now shall... | |
 | 1911 - 994 sider
...the furrow," or "He has left his wife and children." Thus Milton says (P. L. XI, 1, 269) : "Must I leave thee, Paradise! thus leave Thee, native soil; these happy walks and shades?" The ordinance means, to depart from, to abandon for the time, to go away from the immediate charge... | |
 | Anne Ferry - 1983 - 207 sider
...stroke, worse then of Death I Must I thus leave thee Paradise? thus leave Thee Native Soile, these happie Walks and Shades, Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respit of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flours, That never will in other Climate grow,... | |
 | Anne Ferry - 1983 - 207 sider
...had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respit of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flours, That never will in other Climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the first op'ning bud, and gave ye Names, Who now shall... | |
 | Louis Lohr Martz - 1986 - 388 sider
...being "Heart-strook with chilling gripe of sorrow," while Eve utters her piercing lament: O flours, That never will in other Climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the first op'ning bud, and gave ye Names, Who now shall... | |
 | John Milton - 1994 - 630 sider
...Death! Must I 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,...grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which 1 bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to... | |
 | Don H. Bialostosky, Lawrence D. Needham - 1995 - 330 sider
...Wordsworth, is, according to Blair, "the style of strong passion only." So Eve, on quitting Eden, says: Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee,...spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day, Which must be mortal to us both. O flowers! That never will in other climate grow . . . (XI, 269—274)... | |
 | Robert A. Erickson - 1997 - 304 sider
...Michael, it is this Nursery that the grief-stricken Eve thinks of first, and then her Bower: O flow'rs, That never will in other Climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At Ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the first op'ning bud, and gave ye Names, Who now shall... | |
 | Kay Gilliland Stevenson, Margaret Seares - 1998 - 214 sider
...fail'd, But thy truth has still prevail'd. Eve. O unexpected stroke far worse than death! Must i then leave thee, paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? 95 SONG. A/i, nuptial bower deck'd by this hand 100 With what was sweet to sight, or smell, Must I... | |
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