The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... Till fancy had her fill , but ere a close The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods , And fill'd the Air with barbarous dissonance , At which I ceas ' t , and listen'd them a while , Till an unusuall stop of sudden silence Gave respit to ...
... Till fancy had her fill , but ere a close The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods , And fill'd the Air with barbarous dissonance , At which I ceas ' t , and listen'd them a while , Till an unusuall stop of sudden silence Gave respit to ...
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... 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 saw till now Sight more detestable ...
... 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 saw till now Sight more detestable ...
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... till that hour Not liable to fear or flight or paine . Far otherwise th ' inviolable Saints In Cubic Phalanx firm ... till now Omniscient thought . True is , less firmly arm'd , Some disadvantage we endur'd and paine , 430 Till now not ...
... till that hour Not liable to fear or flight or paine . Far otherwise th ' inviolable Saints In Cubic Phalanx firm ... till now Omniscient thought . True is , less firmly arm'd , Some disadvantage we endur'd and paine , 430 Till now not ...
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