The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard Gods Trophies , & his work pursu'd , While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd , And Dunbarr feild resounds thy praises loud , And ...
... peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard Gods Trophies , & his work pursu'd , While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd , And Dunbarr feild resounds thy praises loud , And ...
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... peace And to his Saints full dear , To his dear Saints he will speak peace , But let them never more Return to folly , but surcease To trespass as before . 9 Surely to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand And glory shall ere long ...
... peace And to his Saints full dear , To his dear Saints he will speak peace , But let them never more Return to folly , but surcease To trespass as before . 9 Surely to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand And glory shall ere long ...
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... Peace and Warr ? Warr hath determin'd us , and foild with loss Irreparable ; tearms of peace yet none Voutsaft or sought ; for what peace will be giv'n To us enslav'd , but custody severe , And stripes , and arbitrary punishment ...
... Peace and Warr ? Warr hath determin'd us , and foild with loss Irreparable ; tearms of peace yet none Voutsaft or sought ; for what peace will be giv'n To us enslav'd , but custody severe , And stripes , and arbitrary punishment ...
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