The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 60
... soul is found sincerely so , A thousand liveried Angels lacky her , Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt , And in cleer dream , and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear , Till oft convers with heav'nly ...
... soul is found sincerely so , A thousand liveried Angels lacky her , Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt , And in cleer dream , and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear , Till oft convers with heav'nly ...
Pàgina 106
... soul , for † I have trod Thy waies , and love the just , Save thou thy servant O my God Who still in thee doth trust . 3 Pitty me Lord for daily thee I call ; 4 O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul ; for Lord to thee I lift my soul and ...
... soul , for † I have trod Thy waies , and love the just , Save thou thy servant O my God Who still in thee doth trust . 3 Pitty me Lord for daily thee I call ; 4 O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul ; for Lord to thee I lift my soul and ...
Pàgina 349
... Soul with Soul . But I can now no more ; the parting Sun Beyond the Earths green Cape and verdant Isles Hesperean sets , my Signal to depart . Be strong , live happie , and love , but first of all Him whom to love is to obey , and keep ...
... Soul with Soul . But I can now no more ; the parting Sun Beyond the Earths green Cape and verdant Isles Hesperean sets , my Signal to depart . Be strong , live happie , and love , but first of all Him whom to love is to obey , and keep ...
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