O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us...
Paradise lost, a poem. With the life of the author [by E. Fenton]. - Էջ 253
John Milton - 1800
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