 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 92מאת John Milton - 1899 - 372 דפיםתצוגה מלאה - מידע על ספר זה
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...Now, gone with the Wind. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charms of earliest Bird, pleasant the sun When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb trees, fruit, and flow 'r, Glist 'ring with dew . . . JOHN MILTON PARADISE LOST— Book IV OF NIGHT... | |
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