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Of Paradise so late their happy Seat Waved over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery Arms Some natural Tears they dropt, but wiped them soon JSF |
Paradise lost | The World was all before them where to chuse Their Place of Rest and Providence their Guide They Arm in Arm with wandring Steps and slow Thro' Eden took their solitary Way.
Published 17 July 1782 by Charles Bretheron
New Bond Street
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