The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 18
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book , Those Delphick lines with deep impression took , Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving ; And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie , That ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book , Those Delphick lines with deep impression took , Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving ; And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie , That ...
Pàgina 107
... heart unite So shall it never slide . 12 Thee will I praise O Lord my God Thee honour , and adore With my whole heart , and blaze abroad Thy name for ever more . 13 For great thy mercy is toward me , And thou hast free'd my Soul Eev'n ...
... heart unite So shall it never slide . 12 Thee will I praise O Lord my God Thee honour , and adore With my whole heart , and blaze abroad Thy name for ever more . 13 For great thy mercy is toward me , And thou hast free'd my Soul Eev'n ...
Pàgina 374
... heart I feel The Bond of Nature draw me to my owne , My own in thee , for what thou art is mine ; Our State cannot be severd , we are one , One Flesh ; to loose thee were to loose my self . So Adam , and thus Eve to him repli'd . O ...
... heart I feel The Bond of Nature draw me to my owne , My own in thee , for what thou art is mine ; Our State cannot be severd , we are one , One Flesh ; to loose thee were to loose my self . So Adam , and thus Eve to him repli'd . O ...
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