The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 Seiten |
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... Vertue answerd milde . Adam , I therefore came , nor art thou such Created , or such place hast here to dwell , As may not oft invite , though Spirits of Heav'n To visit thee ; lead on then where thy Bowre Oreshades ; for these mid ...
... Vertue answerd milde . Adam , I therefore came , nor art thou such Created , or such place hast here to dwell , As may not oft invite , though Spirits of Heav'n To visit thee ; lead on then where thy Bowre Oreshades ; for these mid ...
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... Vertue , in thy sight More wise , more watchful , stronger , if need were Of outward strength ; while shame , thou looking on , Shame to be overcome or over - reacht Would utmost vigor raise , and rais'd unite . Why shouldst not thou ...
... Vertue , in thy sight More wise , more watchful , stronger , if need were Of outward strength ; while shame , thou looking on , Shame to be overcome or over - reacht Would utmost vigor raise , and rais'd unite . Why shouldst not thou ...
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... vertue rouz'd From under ashes into sudden flame , And as an ev'ning Dragon came , Assailant on the perched roosts , And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic Fowl ; but as an Eagle His cloudless thunder bolted on thir heads . So vertue ...
... vertue rouz'd From under ashes into sudden flame , And as an ev'ning Dragon came , Assailant on the perched roosts , And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic Fowl ; but as an Eagle His cloudless thunder bolted on thir heads . So vertue ...
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