 | Stephen Adams - 1997 - 260 sivua
...lyrical beauty from his blank verse in this extraordinary description of dawn in the Garden of Eden: Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With...this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers;... | |
 | John Milton - 1999 - 1024 sivua
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 | Jerry Minnich - 1998 - 336 sivua
...difficult as choosing the most perfect flower in the world. But who can resist John Milton's tribute? Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With...this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers;... | |
 | John Milton - 1998 - 1494 sivua
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 | William Gerber - 1998 - 148 sivua
...concerning them, that none "without thee [is] sweet." Her speech reads: (17) Sweet is the breath of mom, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest Birds; pleasant...this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, But neither breath of Mom when she ascends With charm of earliest Birds,... | |
 | John Milton - 1998 - 1494 sivua
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 | Dennis Danielson - 1999 - 320 sivua
...of repetition, and building to the final half-line which proclaims Adam the essence of Eden for Eve: With thee conversing I forget all time. All seasons...this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers;... | |
 | Heinrich Franz Plett, Peter Lothar Oesterreich, Thomas O. Sloane - 1999 - 566 sivua
...an exquisite celebration of perfect love. It is an audaciously extended figure of speech: With thec conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their...this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower. Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers;... | |
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With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds... 
