Chapter V

used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

the form of “be” used with “I”

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

at the same time that; because; in the way that

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

next to; at the side of

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

a story-specific word describing an important person, object, action, or idea in this passage

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a story-specific word describing an important person, object, action, or idea in this passage

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

belonging to a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

belonging to a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the person speaking or writing, as the subject of the verb

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

inside something, or within a place, period, or state

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the form of “be” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the one or ones belonging to the person speaking

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

not one, and not any

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

and not; used after a negative to add a second negative

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

above and across; more than

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

except for; apart from

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Complete absence of sound; a state of quietness and stillness.

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

of the kind already mentioned

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

To perceive flavor through the mouth.

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an old word for “you”, as the object, speaking to one person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an old word for “yours”

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

used for a person or thing that is near, or that has just been mentioned

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the plural of “that”: the people or things further away, or already known

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

an old word for “you”, as the subject, speaking to one person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a story-specific word describing an important person, object, action, or idea in this passage

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an old word for “your”, speaking to one person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

up to a particular time

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an important story-specific word used in this passage

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the speaker and others, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Risen from sleep; conscious.

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the past form of “be” used with I, he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

used to ask for information about something

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

at the time that

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

in or at the place that

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

used to introduce two or more possibilities

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to introduce a clause giving more about a thing just mentioned

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

the form of “who” used as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

belonging to which person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

in the company of; together with

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.