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 The fig-tree ; not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd...  Paradise lost, a poem. With the life of the author [by E. Fenton]. - Page 215 by John Milton - 1800 Full view -
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