The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 97
... divine To us O God vouchsafe ; Cause thou thy face on us to shine And then we shall be safe . 4 Lord God of Hosts , how long wilt thou , How long wilt thou declare Thy * smoaking wrath , and angry brow Against thy peoples praire . 5 ...
... divine To us O God vouchsafe ; Cause thou thy face on us to shine And then we shall be safe . 4 Lord God of Hosts , how long wilt thou , How long wilt thou declare Thy * smoaking wrath , and angry brow Against thy peoples praire . 5 ...
Pàgina 402
... Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries . O Woods , O Fountains , Hillocks , Dales and Bowrs , With other echo late I taught your Shades To answer , and ...
... Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries . O Woods , O Fountains , Hillocks , Dales and Bowrs , With other echo late I taught your Shades To answer , and ...
Pàgina 417
... Divine , and to my Sons relate ; On this Mount he appeerd , under this Tree Stood visible , among these Pines his voice I heard , here with him at this Fountain talk'd : So many grateful Altars I would reare Of grassie Terfe , and pile ...
... Divine , and to my Sons relate ; On this Mount he appeerd , under this Tree Stood visible , among these Pines his voice I heard , here with him at this Fountain talk'd : So many grateful Altars I would reare Of grassie Terfe , and pile ...
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