The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... fear 410 Does arbitrate th'event , my nature is That I encline to hope , rather then fear , And gladly banish squint suspicion . My sister is not so defenceless left As you imagine , she has a hidden strength . Which you remember not ...
... fear 410 Does arbitrate th'event , my nature is That I encline to hope , rather then fear , And gladly banish squint suspicion . My sister is not so defenceless left As you imagine , she has a hidden strength . Which you remember not ...
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... fear'd ; should we again provoke Our stronger , some worse way his wrath may find To our destruction : if there be in Hell Fear to be worse destroy'd : what can be worse Then to dwell here , driv'n out from bliss , condemn'd In this ...
... fear'd ; should we again provoke Our stronger , some worse way his wrath may find To our destruction : if there be in Hell Fear to be worse destroy'd : what can be worse Then to dwell here , driv'n out from bliss , condemn'd In this ...
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... fear surpris'd , Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of paine Fled ignominious , to such evil brought By sinne of disobedience , till that hour Not liable to fear or flight or paine . Far otherwise th ' inviolable Saints In Cubic ...
... fear surpris'd , Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of paine Fled ignominious , to such evil brought By sinne of disobedience , till that hour Not liable to fear or flight or paine . Far otherwise th ' inviolable Saints In Cubic ...
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