The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 315
... eyes , One Spirit in them rul'd , and every eye Glar'd lightning , and shot forth pernicious fire Among th ' accurst , that witherd all thir strength , And of thir wonted vigour left them draind , Exhausted , spiritless , afflicted ...
... eyes , One Spirit in them rul'd , and every eye Glar'd lightning , and shot forth pernicious fire Among th ' accurst , that witherd all thir strength , And of thir wonted vigour left them draind , Exhausted , spiritless , afflicted ...
Pàgina 419
... eyes , Sunk down and all his Spirits became intranst : But him the gentle Angel by the hand Soon rais'd , and his attention thus recall'd . Adam , now ope thine eyes , and first behold Th ' effects which thy original crime hath wrought ...
... eyes , Sunk down and all his Spirits became intranst : But him the gentle Angel by the hand Soon rais'd , and his attention thus recall'd . Adam , now ope thine eyes , and first behold Th ' effects which thy original crime hath wrought ...
Pàgina 545
... eye - sight was not lost , God will restore him eye - sight to his strength . Chor . Thy hopes are not ill founded nor seem vain Of his delivery , and thy joy thereon Conceiv ... eyes beheld and yet behold ; For ( 545 ) T Samson Agonistes .
... eye - sight was not lost , God will restore him eye - sight to his strength . Chor . Thy hopes are not ill founded nor seem vain Of his delivery , and thy joy thereon Conceiv ... eyes beheld and yet behold ; For ( 545 ) T Samson Agonistes .
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