The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 67
... Nature powre her bounties forth , With such a full and unwithdrawing hand , Covering the earth with odours , fruits ... Natures bastards , not her sons , Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight , And strangl'd with her waste ...
... Nature powre her bounties forth , With such a full and unwithdrawing hand , Covering the earth with odours , fruits ... Natures bastards , not her sons , Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight , And strangl'd with her waste ...
Pàgina 347
... Nature faild in mee , and left some part Not proof enough such Object to sustain , Or from my side subducting , took perhaps More then enough ; at least on her bestow'd Too much of Ornament , in outward shew Elaborate , of inward less ...
... Nature faild in mee , and left some part Not proof enough such Object to sustain , Or from my side subducting , took perhaps More then enough ; at least on her bestow'd Too much of Ornament , in outward shew Elaborate , of inward less ...
Pàgina 470
... Nature need not , Or God support Nature without repast Though needing , what praise is it to endure ? But now I feel I hunger , which declares , Nature hath need of what she asks ; yet God Can satisfie that need some other way , Though ...
... Nature need not , Or God support Nature without repast Though needing , what praise is it to endure ? But now I feel I hunger , which declares , Nature hath need of what she asks ; yet God Can satisfie that need some other way , Though ...
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