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 So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.  Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 1711 - עמוד 263 מאת John Milton - 1801 תצוגה מלאה -
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