The Poetical Works of John MiltonBickers and Son, 1851 - 858 pàgines |
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Pàgina 174
... Lord . Of many millions The populous rout I fear not though incamping round about They pitch against me their Pavillions . Rife Lord , fave me my God for thou Haft fmote ere now On the cheek - bone all Of men abhor'd my foes , 10 20 ...
... Lord . Of many millions The populous rout I fear not though incamping round about They pitch against me their Pavillions . Rife Lord , fave me my God for thou Haft fmote ere now On the cheek - bone all Of men abhor'd my foes , 10 20 ...
Pàgina 178
... Lord how long ? turn Lord , restore My foul , O fave me for thy goodness sake For in death no remembrance is of thee ; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ? 10 Wearied I am with fighing out my dayes , Nightly my Couch I make a ...
... Lord how long ? turn Lord , restore My foul , O fave me for thy goodness sake For in death no remembrance is of thee ; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ? 10 Wearied I am with fighing out my dayes , Nightly my Couch I make a ...
Pàgina 195
... Lord for daily thee 5 I call ; 4 O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul ; for Lord to thee I lift my foul and voice , For thou art good , thou Lord art prone To pardon , thou to all Art full of mercy , thou alone To them that on thee call . 6 ...
... Lord for daily thee 5 I call ; 4 O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul ; for Lord to thee I lift my foul and voice , For thou art good , thou Lord art prone To pardon , thou to all Art full of mercy , thou alone To them that on thee call . 6 ...
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Arcades | 118 |
At a Vacation Exercife in the Colledge | 125 |
The Paffion | 138 |
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