The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... evil sprung I fear ; Yet evil whence ? in thee can harbour none , Created pure . But know that in the Soule Are many lesser Faculties that serve Reason as chief ; among these Fansie next Her office holds ; of all external things , Which ...
... evil sprung I fear ; Yet evil whence ? in thee can harbour none , Created pure . But know that in the Soule Are many lesser Faculties that serve Reason as chief ; among these Fansie next Her office holds ; of all external things , Which ...
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... evil dayes , On evil dayes though fall'n , and evil tongues ; In darkness , and with dangers compast round , And solitude ; yet not alone , while thou Visit'st my slumbers Nightly , or when Morn Purples the East : still govern thou my ...
... evil dayes , On evil dayes though fall'n , and evil tongues ; In darkness , and with dangers compast round , And solitude ; yet not alone , while thou Visit'st my slumbers Nightly , or when Morn Purples the East : still govern thou my ...
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... evil , if what is evil Be real , why not known , since easier shunnd ? God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just , not God ; not feard then , nor obeid : Your feare it self of Death removes the feare . Why then was this ...
... evil , if what is evil Be real , why not known , since easier shunnd ? God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just , not God ; not feard then , nor obeid : Your feare it self of Death removes the feare . Why then was this ...
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