 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...  The Poetical Works of John Milton - Pàgina 234per John Milton, John Mitford - 1863 - 625 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | John Milton - 1759 - 608 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1776 - 478 pàgines
...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...other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye n.imes, Who now shall... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 262 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | John Milton - 1784 - 278 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1784 - 412 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1787 - 482 pàgines
...Fit haunt of Gods ! where I had hope to fpend Quiet, though fad, ihe refpite of that day, Which muft 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, Frptn your firft qp'njng bqds,... | |
 | John Adams - 1789 - 376 pàgines
...Fit haunt of Gods ? where 1 had hope to fpcnd, 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 At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft op'ning bud, and gave... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 258 pàgines
...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 even, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft opening bud, and... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 740 pàgines
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to fpcnd, 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 bit /.t even, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft opening bud, and give... | |
 | John Milton - 1795 - 282 pàgines
...audible lament Discover" d soon the place of her retire. 0 unexpefted stroke, worse than of Death ! Must I thus leave 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 of that day That must... | |
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