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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... Quid ? hic , inquam , quis · 80 Where eft , qui complet aures meas tantus et tam dulcis fonus ? and describes it , and accounts for mankind's not hearing it . Hic vero tantus eft to- tius mundi incitatiffima conversione fonitus , ut eum ...
... Quid ? hic , inquam , quis · 80 Where eft , qui complet aures meas tantus et tam dulcis fonus ? and describes it , and accounts for mankind's not hearing it . Hic vero tantus eft to- tius mundi incitatiffima conversione fonitus , ut eum ...
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... quid volui mifero mihi ! floribus auftrum Perditus In this edition , and in that of Milton's poems in 1645 , there was prefixed to the Mask the following dedi- cation . 4 To the Right Honorable JOHN Lord Vicount BRACKLY fon and heir ap ...
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... luit artus ; Sæpe Citoriaco deducit pectine crines ; Et quid fe deceat , fpectatas con- fulit undas . 889. Liften and fave . ] The re- petition And bridle in thy headlong wave , Fill thou our 170 POEMS on Several OCCASIONS . XVI .
... luit artus ; Sæpe Citoriaco deducit pectine crines ; Et quid fe deceat , fpectatas con- fulit undas . 889. Liften and fave . ] The re- petition And bridle in thy headlong wave , Fill thou our 170 POEMS on Several OCCASIONS . XVI .
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... quid boots 17 Upon the man of thy right hand Let thy good hand be laid , * 70 ס 7 י Upon the fon of man , whom thous sou Strong for thyself haft made , fit amal we 18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and shame , Quicken ...
... quid boots 17 Upon the man of thy right hand Let thy good hand be laid , * 70 ס 7 י Upon the fon of man , whom thous sou Strong for thyself haft made , fit amal we 18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and shame , Quicken ...
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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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