...stroke, worse then of Death I Must I thus leave thee Paradise? thus leave Thee Native Soile, these happie Walks and Shades, Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respit of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flours, That never will in other...

...learns that she must be banished from her native home in Paradise: O unexpected stroke, worse then of Death! Must I thus leave thee Paradise? thus leave Thee Native Soile, these happie Walks and Shades, Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad,...

...Wordsworth, is, according to Blair, "the style of strong passion only." So Eve, on quitting Eden, says: Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee,...Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day, Which must be mortal to us both. O flowers! That never will in...

...fail'd, But thy truth has still prevail'd. Eve. O unexpected stroke far worse than death! Must i then leave thee, paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? 95 SONG. A/i, nuptial bower deck'd by this hand 100 With what was sweet to sight, or smell, Must I...

...Eve, who unseen 265 Yet all had heard, with audible lament Discover'd soon the place of her retire. O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death! Must I thus...leave Thee Native Soil, these happy Walks and Shades, 270 Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must...

...bound; Eve, who unseen Vet all had heard, with audible lament Discovered soon the place of her retire.0 O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I thus...leave Thee native soil, these happy walks and shades, 270 Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day0 That must...

...O unexpected stroke, worst than of Death! Must I leave thee Paradise? thus leave Thee Native Solle, these happy Walks and Shades, Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respit ofthat day That must be mortal to us both. O flours, That never will in other...

...audible lament Discovered soon tte place of her retire, ' O unexpected stroke, worse than of death. Mint I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee, native...shades, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to Spend, Qiiiet, though sad, the refyite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers! That never well...

...object interesting her; and though little disposed to think of poetry, almost involuntarily repeated— "O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I...Thee native soil, these happy walks and shades...?" 1 Mr. Thorold, to whom sorrow was sacred, attempted not to call off her thoughts from their present...