The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd , and why In this infernal Vaile first met thou call'st Me Father , and that Fantasm call'st my Son ? I know thee not , nor ever ...
... thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd , and why In this infernal Vaile first met thou call'st Me Father , and that Fantasm call'st my Son ? I know thee not , nor ever ...
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... thee ; Who knowing I shall raign past thy preventing , Obtrud'st thy offer'd aid , that I accepting At least might seem to hold all power of thee , Ambitious spirit , and wouldst be thought my God , And storm'st refus'd , thinking to ...
... thee ; Who knowing I shall raign past thy preventing , Obtrud'st thy offer'd aid , that I accepting At least might seem to hold all power of thee , Ambitious spirit , and wouldst be thought my God , And storm'st refus'd , thinking to ...
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... thee Far other reasonings , brought forth other deeds . I before all the daughters of my Tribe And of my Nation chose thee from among My enemies , lov'd thee , as too well thou knew'st , Too well , unbosom'd all my secrets to thee , Not ...
... thee Far other reasonings , brought forth other deeds . I before all the daughters of my Tribe And of my Nation chose thee from among My enemies , lov'd thee , as too well thou knew'st , Too well , unbosom'd all my secrets to thee , Not ...
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