The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n . To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd , Art thou that Traitor Angel , art thou hee , Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith , till then Unbrok❜n , and in proud rebellious ...
... Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n . To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd , Art thou that Traitor Angel , art thou hee , Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith , till then Unbrok❜n , and in proud rebellious ...
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... Hell within him , for within him Hell He brings , and round about him , nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By change of place : Now conscience wakes despair That slumberd , wakes the bitter memorie Of what he was ...
... Hell within him , for within him Hell He brings , and round about him , nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By change of place : Now conscience wakes despair That slumberd , wakes the bitter memorie Of what he was ...
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... Hell heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine dayes they fell ; confounded Chaos roard ...
... Hell heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine dayes they fell ; confounded Chaos roard ...
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