The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... Grace , Which uttering thus he to his Father spake . O Father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy sovran sentence , that Man should find grace ; For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll Thy praises , with th ' innumerable ...
... Grace , Which uttering thus he to his Father spake . O Father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy sovran sentence , that Man should find grace ; For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll Thy praises , with th ' innumerable ...
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... grace Elect above the rest ; so is my will : The rest shall hear me call , and oft be warnd Thir sinful state , and to appease betimes Th ' incensed Deitie while offerd grace Invites ; for I will cleer thir senses dark , What may ...
... grace Elect above the rest ; so is my will : The rest shall hear me call , and oft be warnd Thir sinful state , and to appease betimes Th ' incensed Deitie while offerd grace Invites ; for I will cleer thir senses dark , What may ...
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... grace ; And shall grace not find means , that finds her way , The speediest of thy winged messengers , To visit all thy creatures , and to all Comes unprevented , unimplor'd , unsought , Happie for man , so coming ; he her aide Can ...
... grace ; And shall grace not find means , that finds her way , The speediest of thy winged messengers , To visit all thy creatures , and to all Comes unprevented , unimplor'd , unsought , Happie for man , so coming ; he her aide Can ...
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