 | John Milton - 1909 - 504 стор.
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 | 1776 - 478 стор.
...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...mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first... | |
 | John Milton - 1795 - 282 стор.
...thee, Paradise thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, ij» Fit haunt of God ? Where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite...mortal to us both . O flowers. 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... | |
 | John Milton, Samuel Johnson - 1796 - 610 стор.
...stood, That all his senses bound. Eve, who unseen Yet all had heard, with audible lament, 266 Discover'd soon the place of her retire. O unexpected stroke,...respite of that day That must be mortal to us both ! O flow'rs, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last 275 At e'en, which... | |
 | John Milton - 1800 - 300 стор.
...place of her retire. O unexpected stroke, worse than of death l Must I tlrns leave thec, Paradise f thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and...Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must he mortal to us hoth. O flowers, That never will in other elimate grow, My early visitation, and my... | |
 | John Milton - 1801 - 396 стор.
...leave thee, Paradise thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, 270 Fit haunt of God ? Where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite...mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last 275 At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 600 стор.
...: ' Must I then leave thee, Paradise ? Thus leave Thee, native soil, ihese happy walks and shadei, Fit haunt of gods, where I had hope to spend Quiet,...mortal to us both ? O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first... | |
 | 1803 - 418 стор.
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 | 1803 - 364 стор.
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 | Joseph Addison - 1804 - 578 стор.
...sentiments are not only proper to die subject, but have something in them particularly soft and womanish. Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee,...where I had hope to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respit of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow,... | |
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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... 
