The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 88
... warr onely , but detractions rude , Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard Gods Trophies , & his work pursu'd , While Darwen stream ...
... warr onely , but detractions rude , Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard Gods Trophies , & his work pursu'd , While Darwen stream ...
Pàgina 312
... Warr wearied hath perform'd what Warr can do , With Mountains as with Weapons arm'd , which makes Wild work in Heav'n , and dangerous to the maine . Two dayes are therefore past , the third is thine ; For thee I have ordain'd it , and ...
... Warr wearied hath perform'd what Warr can do , With Mountains as with Weapons arm'd , which makes Wild work in Heav'n , and dangerous to the maine . Two dayes are therefore past , the third is thine ; For thee I have ordain'd it , and ...
Pàgina 428
... Warr on Earth , 770 All would have then gon well , peace would have crownd With length of happy days the race of man ; But I was farr deceav'd ; for now I see Peace to corrupt no less then Warr to waste . How comes it thus ? unfould ...
... Warr on Earth , 770 All would have then gon well , peace would have crownd With length of happy days the race of man ; But I was farr deceav'd ; for now I see Peace to corrupt no less then Warr to waste . How comes it thus ? unfould ...
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