The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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... hath recall'd His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the Gates of Heav'n : The Sulphurous Hail Shot after us in storm , oreblown hath laid The fiery Surge , that from the Precipice . Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling , and the ...
... hath recall'd His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the Gates of Heav'n : The Sulphurous Hail Shot after us in storm , oreblown hath laid The fiery Surge , that from the Precipice . Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling , and the ...
Pàgina 243
... Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim Alone thus wandring . Brightest Seraph tell In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man His fixed seat , or fixed seat hath none , 660 But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell ; 670 ...
... Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim Alone thus wandring . Brightest Seraph tell In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man His fixed seat , or fixed seat hath none , 660 But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell ; 670 ...
Pàgina 480
... hath said : If of my raign Prophetic Writ hath told That it shall never end , so when begin The Father in his purpose hath decreed , He in whose hand all times and seasons roul . What if he hath decreed that I shall first Be try'd in ...
... hath said : If of my raign Prophetic Writ hath told That it shall never end , so when begin The Father in his purpose hath decreed , He in whose hand all times and seasons roul . What if he hath decreed that I shall first Be try'd in ...
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