 | 1904 - 1054 pagina’s
...? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower ! by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? EVE TO ADAM. WITH sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1904 - 476 pagina’s
...vulgar. Shut out from this garden of early sweetness, we may well exclaim — ' How shall we part and wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And...other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits ? ' I do not think the Classics so indispensable to the cultivation of your intellect as on another... | |
 | Robert Raikes Raymond - 1906 - 208 pagina’s
...fount? Thee lastly, nuptial bower, by rae adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,... | |
 | John Milton - 1909 - 480 pagina’s
...Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted...not thine. Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes Thy husband; him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native sod." Adam, by this... | |
 | John Milton - 1910 - 832 pagina’s
...breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild: v< Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign What justly...thine. Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes 290 Thy husband; him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil." Adam, by... | |
 | John Milton - 1910 - 392 pagina’s
...Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned 280 With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild ? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits ?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild : — " Lament not, Eve, but... | |
 | Ellen Chase - 1910 - 456 pagina’s
...had hoped to spend. Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both? How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? and could only be consoled by the mild reply of Michael, her guardian... | |
 | 1851 - 648 pagina’s
...? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower ! by me adorn'd With what to sight or smell was sweet ! from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits ? ' " •- This most afflicts me, that, departing hence, As from His face I shall be hid, deprived... | |
 | George Alexander Kohut - 1913 - 730 pagina’s
...fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower ! by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? JOHN MILTON (1608-1674). THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS. DEATH, though... | |
 | 1915 - 368 pagina’s
...fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower...wild? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild: — "Lament not, Eve, but patiently... | |
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Even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount ? Thee lastly, nuptial bower ! by me... 
