The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... Night bids us rest . To whom thus Eve with perfet beauty adornd . My Author and Disposer , what thou bidst Unargu'd I obey ; so God ordains , God is thy Law , thou mine : to know no more Is womans happiest knowledge and her praise ...
... Night bids us rest . To whom thus Eve with perfet beauty adornd . My Author and Disposer , what thou bidst Unargu'd I obey ; so God ordains , God is thy Law , thou mine : to know no more Is womans happiest knowledge and her praise ...
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... Night : He calls a Councel , invents devilish Engines , which in the second dayes Fight put Michael and his Angels to some disorder ; But they at length pulling up Mountains overwhelm'd both the force and Machins of Satan : Yet the ...
... Night : He calls a Councel , invents devilish Engines , which in the second dayes Fight put Michael and his Angels to some disorder ; But they at length pulling up Mountains overwhelm'd both the force and Machins of Satan : Yet the ...
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... Night , and now from end to end Nights Hemisphere had veild the Horizon round : When Satan who late fled before the threats Of Gabriel out of Eden , now improv'd In meditated fraud and malice , bent On mans destruction , maugre what ...
... Night , and now from end to end Nights Hemisphere had veild the Horizon round : When Satan who late fled before the threats Of Gabriel out of Eden , now improv'd In meditated fraud and malice , bent On mans destruction , maugre what ...
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