The Poetical Works of John MiltonBickers and Son, 1851 - 858 pàgines |
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Pàgina 37
... winds and feas , yet winds to feas Are reconcil'd at length , and Sea to Shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempeft never to be calm'd . Why do I humble thus my self , and fuing For peace , reap nothing but repulfe ...
... winds and feas , yet winds to feas Are reconcil'd at length , and Sea to Shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempeft never to be calm'd . Why do I humble thus my self , and fuing For peace , reap nothing but repulfe ...
Pàgina 567
... Winds Blow moist and keen , shattering the graceful locks Of these fair spreading Trees ; which bids us seek Som better shroud , fom better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benumm'd , ere this diurnal Starr Leave cold the Night , how we his ...
... Winds Blow moist and keen , shattering the graceful locks Of these fair spreading Trees ; which bids us seek Som better shroud , fom better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benumm'd , ere this diurnal Starr Leave cold the Night , how we his ...
Pàgina 680
... winds Within their ftony caves , but rush'd abroad From the four hinges of the world , and fell On the vext Wilderness , whofe tallest Pines , Though rooted deep as high , and sturdiest Oaks Bow'd their Stiff necks , loaden with stormy ...
... winds Within their ftony caves , but rush'd abroad From the four hinges of the world , and fell On the vext Wilderness , whofe tallest Pines , Though rooted deep as high , and sturdiest Oaks Bow'd their Stiff necks , loaden with stormy ...
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At a Vacation Exercife in the Colledge | 125 |
The Paffion | 138 |
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