The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... comes not Death , Said hee , with one thrice acceptable stroke To end me ? Shall Truth fail to keep her word , Justice Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or ...
... comes not Death , Said hee , with one thrice acceptable stroke To end me ? Shall Truth fail to keep her word , Justice Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or ...
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... comes forth into the open Air , to a place nigh , somewhat retir'd there to sit a while and bemoan his condition . Where he happens at length to be visited by certain friends and equals of his tribe , which make the Chorus , who seek to ...
... comes forth into the open Air , to a place nigh , somewhat retir'd there to sit a while and bemoan his condition . Where he happens at length to be visited by certain friends and equals of his tribe , which make the Chorus , who seek to ...
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... Comes on amain , speed in his look . By his habit I discern him now A Public Officer , and now at hand . His message ... come along , Where I will see thee heartn'd and fresh clad To appear as fits before th ' illustrious Lords . Sam ...
... Comes on amain , speed in his look . By his habit I discern him now A Public Officer , and now at hand . His message ... come along , Where I will see thee heartn'd and fresh clad To appear as fits before th ' illustrious Lords . Sam ...
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