The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... never die while he could move , So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on , and keep his trot , Made of sphear - metal , never to decay Untill his revolution was at stay . Time numbers motion , yet ( without a crime ...
... never die while he could move , So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on , and keep his trot , Made of sphear - metal , never to decay Untill his revolution was at stay . Time numbers motion , yet ( without a crime ...
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... never had ! fond wish too late ) Was in the Vale of Sorec , Dalila , That specious Monster , my accomplisht snare . I thought it lawful from my former act , And the same end ; still watching to oppress Israel's oppressours : of what now ...
... never had ! fond wish too late ) Was in the Vale of Sorec , Dalila , That specious Monster , my accomplisht snare . I thought it lawful from my former act , And the same end ; still watching to oppress Israel's oppressours : of what now ...
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... never was there School , And no man therein Doctor but himself . Yet more there be who doubt his ways not just , 300 As to his own edicts , found contradicting , Then give the rains to wandring thought , Regardless of his glories ...
... never was there School , And no man therein Doctor but himself . Yet more there be who doubt his ways not just , 300 As to his own edicts , found contradicting , Then give the rains to wandring thought , Regardless of his glories ...
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