...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...other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? EVE TO ADAM. WITH sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fel 1 asleep. But now lead on ; In me is no...

...fount ? 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...other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits ? " Thy going is not lonely ; with thee goes 290 Thy husband ; him to follow thou art bound ; Where...

...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...wild ? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits ? ' I do not think the Classics so indispensable to the cultivation of...

...7 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 world, to this obscure And wild 7 how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits t " Whom thus the angel...

...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...other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh...

...Fount? Thee lastly nuptial Bowre, by mee adornd a8o With what to sight or smell was sweet ; from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower World, to this obscure And wilde, how shall we breath in other Aire Less pure, accustomd to immortal Fruits ? Whom thus the Angel...

...fount ? 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...other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits ?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild : — " Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign What justly thou...

...where I 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...other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? and could only be consoled by the mild reply of Michael, her guardian angel: Lament not, Eve, but patiently...

...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...other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? JOHN MILTON (1608-1674). THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS. DEATH, though already in the world, as y« Had...

...fount ? 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...wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits ? ' " •- This most afflicts me, that, departing hence, As from His...