The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth , Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer ! My hasting dayes flie on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth , That I ...
... soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth , Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer ! My hasting dayes flie on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth , That I ...
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... Soon had his crew Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound And dig'd out ribs of Gold . Let none admire That riches grow in Hell ; that soyle may best Deserve the pretious bane . And here let those Who boast in mortal things , and wondring ...
... Soon had his crew Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound And dig'd out ribs of Gold . Let none admire That riches grow in Hell ; that soyle may best Deserve the pretious bane . And here let those Who boast in mortal things , and wondring ...
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... soon Would highth recal high thoughts , how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void . For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep ...
... soon Would highth recal high thoughts , how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void . For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep ...
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