The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 292
... Glory , & to thir Glory nam'd Thrones , Dominations , Princedoms , Vertues , Powers , Essential Powers , nor by his Reign obscur'd , But more illustrious made , since he the Head One of our number thus reduc't becomes , His Laws our ...
... Glory , & to thir Glory nam'd Thrones , Dominations , Princedoms , Vertues , Powers , Essential Powers , nor by his Reign obscur'd , But more illustrious made , since he the Head One of our number thus reduc't becomes , His Laws our ...
Pàgina 478
... glory aught be done , Aught suffer'd ; if young African for fame His wasted Country freed from Punic rage , The deed becomes unprais'd , the man at least , And loses , though but verbal , his reward . Shall I seek glory then , as vain ...
... glory aught be done , Aught suffer'd ; if young African for fame His wasted Country freed from Punic rage , The deed becomes unprais'd , the man at least , And loses , though but verbal , his reward . Shall I seek glory then , as vain ...
Pàgina 513
... glory , Strongest of mortal men , 160 To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n . For him I reckon not in high estate 170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphear of fortune raises ; But thee whose strength , while vertue was ...
... glory , Strongest of mortal men , 160 To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n . For him I reckon not in high estate 170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphear of fortune raises ; But thee whose strength , while vertue was ...
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