The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 436
... Son , and of his Son a Grand - childe leaves , Like him in faith , in wisdom , and renown ; The Grandchilde with twelve Sons increast , departs From Canaan , to a land hereafter call'd Egypt , divided by the River Nile ; See where it ...
... Son , and of his Son a Grand - childe leaves , Like him in faith , in wisdom , and renown ; The Grandchilde with twelve Sons increast , departs From Canaan , to a land hereafter call'd Egypt , divided by the River Nile ; See where it ...
Pàgina 499
... Son of God , which bears no single sence ; The Son of God I also am , or was , And if I was , I am ; relation stands ; 500 510 All men are Sons of God ; yet thee I thought In some respect far higher so declar'd . 520 Therefore I watch'd ...
... Son of God , which bears no single sence ; The Son of God I also am , or was , And if I was , I am ; relation stands ; 500 510 All men are Sons of God ; yet thee I thought In some respect far higher so declar'd . 520 Therefore I watch'd ...
Pàgina 544
... Sons , Thou for thy Son art bent to lay out all ; Sons wont to nurse thir Parents in old age , Thou in old age car'st how to nurse thy Son , Made older then thy age through eye - sight lost . Man . It shall be my delight to tend his ...
... Sons , Thou for thy Son art bent to lay out all ; Sons wont to nurse thir Parents in old age , Thou in old age car'st how to nurse thy Son , Made older then thy age through eye - sight lost . Man . It shall be my delight to tend his ...
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