The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 264
... pure Which God likes best , into thir inmost bower Handed they went ; and eas'd the putting off These troublesom disguises which wee wear , Strait side by side were laid , nor turnd I weene Adam from his fair Spouse , nor Eve the Rites ...
... pure Which God likes best , into thir inmost bower Handed they went ; and eas'd the putting off These troublesom disguises which wee wear , Strait side by side were laid , nor turnd I weene Adam from his fair Spouse , nor Eve the Rites ...
Pàgina 266
... pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure , thence raise At least distemperd , discontented thoughts , Vain hopes , vain aimes , inordinate desires Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride . Him thus intent Ithuriel with ...
... pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure , thence raise At least distemperd , discontented thoughts , Vain hopes , vain aimes , inordinate desires Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride . Him thus intent Ithuriel with ...
Pàgina 349
... pure thou in the body enjoy'st ( And pure thou wert created ) we enjoy In eminence , and obstacle find none Of membrane , joynt , or limb , exclusive barrs : Easier then Air with Air , if Spirits embrace , Total they mix , Union of Pure ...
... pure thou in the body enjoy'st ( And pure thou wert created ) we enjoy In eminence , and obstacle find none Of membrane , joynt , or limb , exclusive barrs : Easier then Air with Air , if Spirits embrace , Total they mix , Union of Pure ...
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