Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, 2 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, 1753 - 335 psl. |
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... give , [ live . That till the world's laft end shall make thy name to Anno 68. Or drive away the flaughter- great plague in London , which ing peftilence , It should be gives a peculiar propriety to this noted that at this time there ...
... give , [ live . That till the world's laft end shall make thy name to Anno 68. Or drive away the flaughter- great plague in London , which ing peftilence , It should be gives a peculiar propriety to this noted that at this time there ...
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... What She the Greeks called a category , Boë- thius first named a predicament : and if the reader is acquainted with Ari- ftotle's She heard them give thee this , that thou shouldst 12 POEMS on Several OCCASIONS . IL 1.
... What She the Greeks called a category , Boë- thius first named a predicament : and if the reader is acquainted with Ari- ftotle's She heard them give thee this , that thou shouldst 12 POEMS on Several OCCASIONS . IL 1.
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... give thee this , that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invifible : o shd66 Yet there is something that doth force my fear , 91A For once it was my difmal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , m . age , mud ...
... give thee this , that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invifible : o shd66 Yet there is something that doth force my fear , 91A For once it was my difmal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , m . age , mud ...
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... give us ease ; Alas , how foon our fin Sore doth begin His infancy to feife ! O more exceeding love or law more juft ? Juft law indeed , but more exceeding love ! For we by rightful doom remedilefs Were loft in death , till he that ...
... give us ease ; Alas , how foon our fin Sore doth begin His infancy to feife ! O more exceeding love or law more juft ? Juft law indeed , but more exceeding love ! For we by rightful doom remedilefs Were loft in death , till he that ...
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... give the world increase , Shortned haft thy own life's leafe , Here , befides the forrowing That thy noble house doth bring , Here be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in Helicon , And fome flowers , and fome bays , For thy herfe , to ...
... give the world increase , Shortned haft thy own life's leafe , Here , befides the forrowing That thy noble house doth bring , Here be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in Helicon , And fome flowers , and fome bays , For thy herfe , to ...
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Paradise Regain'd– A Poem, in Four Books ; To which is Added Samson ... John Milton Visos knygos peržiūra - 1753 |
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