 Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee,...  The State of Innocence, and the Fall of Man - Pàgina 308per John Milton - 1745 - 436 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
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...is to mee as Life, So forcible within my heart I feel The Bond of Nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine ; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One Flesh ; to lose thee were to lose myself (1). C'est là le langage de l'amour... | |
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