The Poetical Works of John MiltonBickers and Son, 1851 - 858 pàgines |
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Pàgina 57
... give the rains to grief , say first , How dy'd he ? death to life is crown or shame . All by him fell thou fay'ft , by whom fell he , What glorious hand gave Samfon his deaths wound ? Mess . Unwounded of his enemies he fell . [ plain ...
... give the rains to grief , say first , How dy'd he ? death to life is crown or shame . All by him fell thou fay'ft , by whom fell he , What glorious hand gave Samfon his deaths wound ? Mess . Unwounded of his enemies he fell . [ plain ...
Pàgina 182
... Give ear in time of need , Who leadeft like a flock of sheep Thy loved Jofephs feed , That fitt'ft between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out - fpread Shine forth , and from thy cloud give light , And on our foes thy dread 2 In ...
... Give ear in time of need , Who leadeft like a flock of sheep Thy loved Jofephs feed , That fitt'ft between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out - fpread Shine forth , and from thy cloud give light , And on our foes thy dread 2 In ...
Pàgina 305
... give it , or will ever ? how he can Is doubtful ; that he never will is fure . Will he , fo wife , let loose at once his ire , Belike through impotence , or unaware , To give his Enemies their wish , and end Them in his anger , whom his ...
... give it , or will ever ? how he can Is doubtful ; that he never will is fure . Will he , fo wife , let loose at once his ire , Belike through impotence , or unaware , To give his Enemies their wish , and end Them in his anger , whom his ...
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Arcades | 118 |
At a Vacation Exercife in the Colledge | 125 |
The Paffion | 138 |
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Adam againſt alſo Angels anſwer Beaſt behold beſt call'd cauſe Chor courſe Dagon darkneſs death defire Divine doth e're Earth eaſe elſe evil eyes fafe faid fair fame farr Father Feaſt fhall fide fight fince fing firſt folemn fome foon foul ftill fuch glory Gods haſt hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt himſelf honour houſe juft juſt King laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft Lord Lycidas mihi moſt muſt night o're Paradiſe paſt pleaſe pleaſure praiſe preſent publiſhed quæ raiſe Reaſon reſt Samfon Satan ſee ſeek ſeems ſelf ſet ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould Skie ſpeed Spirit ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſtrong ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thought thouſand Throne thy felf uſe utmoſt vertue whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worſe