The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... spake , ambrosial fragrance fill'd All Heav'n , and in the blessed Spirits elect Sense of new joy ineffable diffus'd : Beyond compare the Son of God was seen Most glorious , in him all his Father shon Substantially express'd , and in ...
... spake , ambrosial fragrance fill'd All Heav'n , and in the blessed Spirits elect Sense of new joy ineffable diffus'd : Beyond compare the Son of God was seen Most glorious , in him all his Father shon Substantially express'd , and in ...
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... spake the Cherube , and his grave rebuke Severe in youthful beautie , added grace Invincible abasht the Devil stood , And felt how awful goodness is , and saw Vertue in her shape how lovly , saw , and pin'd His loss ; but chiefly to ...
... spake the Cherube , and his grave rebuke Severe in youthful beautie , added grace Invincible abasht the Devil stood , And felt how awful goodness is , and saw Vertue in her shape how lovly , saw , and pin'd His loss ; but chiefly to ...
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... spake our Morning Star then in his rise , And looking round on every side beheld A pathless Desert , dusk with horrid shades ; The way he came not having mark'd , return Was difficult , by humane steps untrod ; And he still on was led ...
... spake our Morning Star then in his rise , And looking round on every side beheld A pathless Desert , dusk with horrid shades ; The way he came not having mark'd , return Was difficult , by humane steps untrod ; And he still on was led ...
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