The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 262
... Land he spreads His orient Beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flour , Glistring with dew ; fragrant the fertil earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Eevning milde , then silent Night With this her solemn Bird ...
... Land he spreads His orient Beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flour , Glistring with dew ; fragrant the fertil earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Eevning milde , then silent Night With this her solemn Bird ...
Pàgina 435
... land unknown . Canaan he now attains , I see his Tents Pitcht about Sechem , and the neighbouring Plaine Of Moreh ; there by promise he receaves Gift to his Progenie of all that Land ; From Hamath Northward to the Desert South 100 110 ...
... land unknown . Canaan he now attains , I see his Tents Pitcht about Sechem , and the neighbouring Plaine Of Moreh ; there by promise he receaves Gift to his Progenie of all that Land ; From Hamath Northward to the Desert South 100 110 ...
Pàgina 436
... land hereafter call'd Egypt , divided by the River Nile ; See where it flows , disgorging at seaven mouthes Into the Sea to sojourn in that Land He comes invited by a yonger Son 140 150 160 In time of dearth , a Son whose worthy deeds ...
... land hereafter call'd Egypt , divided by the River Nile ; See where it flows , disgorging at seaven mouthes Into the Sea to sojourn in that Land He comes invited by a yonger Son 140 150 160 In time of dearth , a Son whose worthy deeds ...
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