 | 1822 - 284 str.
...or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount? Thee lastly, nuptial bower! by me adorn'd With what to sight or smell was sweet! from thee How...wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits 1" What justly thou hast lost; nor set thy heart, Thus over-fond, on... | |
 | Lionel Thomas Berguer - 1823 - 682 str.
...or rank Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorn'd With what to sight or smell was sweet : from thee...wild ? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits ? Adam's speech abounds with thoughts which are equally moving, but of... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 806 str.
...or rank Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount ? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorn'd With what to sight or smell was sweet : from thee...wild ? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits ? ib. 269. Adam's speech abounds with thoughts which arc equally moving,... | |
 | Alexander Murray - 1823 - 612 str.
...or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount ? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorn'd With what to sight, or smell, was sweet ! from thee How shall I part! Paradise Lost, B. XI. p. 279The word, which in ancient times had the greatest circulation in phrases... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 str.
...or rank Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount? Thee lastly, nuptial bow'r, by me adorn'd is accustom'd to immortal fruits ? Whom thus the angel interrupted mild : Lament not, Eve, but patiently... | |
 | Jacques Delille - 1824 - 404 str.
...• . Des eaux du Paradis j'entretenois vos charmes, Et mes yeux maintenant vous arfosent de larmes ! 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? » Whom thus the angel interrupted mild: « Lament not, Eve, but patiently... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 str.
...280 With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thec How shall I part, and whither wander down Jnto a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to Immortal fruits ?" 285 Whom thus the angel interrupted mild : " Lament not, Eve, but... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 580 str.
...Paradise. Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount ? Thee lastly, nuptial bow'r, by me adorn'd With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall 1 part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 572 str.
...293 Your tribes, and water from thj ambrosial fount ? Thee lastly, nuptial bow'r, by me adorn'd 280 With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall 1 part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 str.
...or rank Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount ? Thee lastly, nuptial bow'r, by me adorn'd r eheeks ! And the pure snow, with goodly vermil stain,...dy'd in grain. That ei\n '.he angels, whieh eonti obseure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, aeeustom'd to immortal fruits ? WÜom... | |
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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 ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits? 
