The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd Even to that Hill of scandal , by the Grove Of Moloch homicide , lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence to Hell . With these came they , who from the bordring flood Of old Euphrates ...
... thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd Even to that Hill of scandal , by the Grove Of Moloch homicide , lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence to Hell . With these came they , who from the bordring flood Of old Euphrates ...
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... thence to do What might be publick good ; my self I thought Born to that end , born to promote all truth , All righteous things : therefore above my years , The Law of God I read , and found it sweet , Made it my whole delight , and in ...
... thence to do What might be publick good ; my self I thought Born to that end , born to promote all truth , All righteous things : therefore above my years , The Law of God I read , and found it sweet , Made it my whole delight , and in ...
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... thence Homer call'd , Whose Poem Phœbus challeng'd for his own . Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught In Chorus or Iambic , teachers best Of moral prudence , with delight receiv'd In brief sententious precepts , while they ...
... thence Homer call'd , Whose Poem Phœbus challeng'd for his own . Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught In Chorus or Iambic , teachers best Of moral prudence , with delight receiv'd In brief sententious precepts , while they ...
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