The Poetical Works of John MiltonBickers and Son, 1851 - 858 pàgines |
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Pàgina 80
... Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th'outward shape , The unpolluted temple of the mind , And turns it by degrees to the fouls effence , Till all be made immortal : but when luft By unchafte looks , loose ...
... Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th'outward shape , The unpolluted temple of the mind , And turns it by degrees to the fouls effence , Till all be made immortal : but when luft By unchafte looks , loose ...
Pàgina 83
... Till fancy had her fill , but ere a close The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods , And fill'd the Air with barbarous diffonance At which I ceas't , and liften'd them a while , 550 Till an unusual stop of fudden filence Gave refpit to ...
... Till fancy had her fill , but ere a close The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods , And fill'd the Air with barbarous diffonance At which I ceas't , and liften'd them a while , 550 Till an unusual stop of fudden filence Gave refpit to ...
Pàgina 586
... Till many years over thy head return : So maist thou live , till like ripe Fruit thou drop Into thy Mothers lap , or be with ease Gatherd , not harshly pluckt , for death mature : This is old age ; but then thou must outlive Thy youth ...
... Till many years over thy head return : So maist thou live , till like ripe Fruit thou drop Into thy Mothers lap , or be with ease Gatherd , not harshly pluckt , for death mature : This is old age ; but then thou must outlive Thy youth ...
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Arcades | 118 |
At a Vacation Exercife in the Colledge | 125 |
The Paffion | 138 |
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