The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 193
... Gods Altar to disparage and displace For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offrings , and adore the Gods Whom he had vanquisht . After these appear'd A crew who under Names of old Renown , Osiris , Isis , Orus and their ...
... Gods Altar to disparage and displace For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offrings , and adore the Gods Whom he had vanquisht . After these appear'd A crew who under Names of old Renown , Osiris , Isis , Orus and their ...
Pàgina 274
... Gods , yet able to make Gods of Men : And why not Gods of Men , since good , the more Communicated , more abundant growes , The Author not impair'd , but honourd more ? Here , happie Creature , fair Angelic Eve , Partake thou also ...
... Gods , yet able to make Gods of Men : And why not Gods of Men , since good , the more Communicated , more abundant growes , The Author not impair'd , but honourd more ? Here , happie Creature , fair Angelic Eve , Partake thou also ...
Pàgina 368
... Gods , Knowing both Good and Evil as they know . That ye should be as Gods , since I as Man , Internal Man , is but proportion meet , I of brute human , yee of human Gods . So ye shall die perhaps , by putting off Human , to put on Gods ...
... Gods , Knowing both Good and Evil as they know . That ye should be as Gods , since I as Man , Internal Man , is but proportion meet , I of brute human , yee of human Gods . So ye shall die perhaps , by putting off Human , to put on Gods ...
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