The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina x
... once when it is thir ; and where their once occurs in the writing of an amanuensis the e is struck through . That the difference is not merely a printer's device to accommodate his line may be seen by a comparison of lines 358 and 363 ...
... once when it is thir ; and where their once occurs in the writing of an amanuensis the e is struck through . That the difference is not merely a printer's device to accommodate his line may be seen by a comparison of lines 358 and 363 ...
Pàgina 38
... once more , O ye Laurels , and once more Ye Myrtles brown , with Ivy never - sear , I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter constraint , and sad ...
... once more , O ye Laurels , and once more Ye Myrtles brown , with Ivy never - sear , I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter constraint , and sad ...
Pàgina 427
... once ; And scarce to th ' Angel utterdst thus thy plaint . O Visions ill foreseen ! better had I Liv'd ignorant of future , so had borne My part of evil onely , each dayes lot Anough to bear ; those now , that were dispenst The burd'n ...
... once ; And scarce to th ' Angel utterdst thus thy plaint . O Visions ill foreseen ! better had I Liv'd ignorant of future , so had borne My part of evil onely , each dayes lot Anough to bear ; those now , that were dispenst The burd'n ...
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