The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . On the Morning of CHRISTS Nativity . Compos'd 1629 . THIS is the Month , and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King , Of wedded Maid , and Virgin Mother born ...
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . On the Morning of CHRISTS Nativity . Compos'd 1629 . THIS is the Month , and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King , Of wedded Maid , and Virgin Mother born ...
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... Morn , Wak't by the circling Hours , with rosie hand Unbarr'd the gates of Light . There is a Cave Within the Mount of God , fast by his Throne , Where light and darkness in perpetual round Lodge and dislodge by turns , which makes ...
... Morn , Wak't by the circling Hours , with rosie hand Unbarr'd the gates of Light . There is a Cave Within the Mount of God , fast by his Throne , Where light and darkness in perpetual round Lodge and dislodge by turns , which makes ...
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... Morn : Nor past uncelebrated , nor unsung By the Celestial Quires , when Orient Light Exhaling first from Darkness they beheld : Birth - day of Heav'n and Earth ; with joy and shout The hollow Universal Orb they fill'd , 240 250 And ...
... Morn : Nor past uncelebrated , nor unsung By the Celestial Quires , when Orient Light Exhaling first from Darkness they beheld : Birth - day of Heav'n and Earth ; with joy and shout The hollow Universal Orb they fill'd , 240 250 And ...
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