Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft... Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - עמוד 92 מאת John Milton - 1899 - 372 דפים תצוגה מלאה -
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