The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 85
... rest : They also serve who only stand and waite . XVII Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son , Now that the Fields are dank , and ways are mire , Where shall we sometimes meet , and by the fire Help wast a sullen day ; what may be ...
... rest : They also serve who only stand and waite . XVII Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son , Now that the Fields are dank , and ways are mire , Where shall we sometimes meet , and by the fire Help wast a sullen day ; what may be ...
Pàgina 261
... rest Mind us of like repose , since God hath set Labour and rest , as day and night to men Successive , and the timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumbrous weight inclines Our eye - lids ; other Creatures all day long Rove idle ...
... rest Mind us of like repose , since God hath set Labour and rest , as day and night to men Successive , and the timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumbrous weight inclines Our eye - lids ; other Creatures all day long Rove idle ...
Pàgina 367
... rest with thee , Wondrous indeed , if cause of such effects . But of this Tree we may not taste nor touch ; God so commanded , and left that Command Sole Daughter of his voice ; the rest , we live Law to our selves , our Reason is our ...
... rest with thee , Wondrous indeed , if cause of such effects . But of this Tree we may not taste nor touch ; God so commanded , and left that Command Sole Daughter of his voice ; the rest , we live Law to our selves , our Reason is our ...
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