The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 455
... thoughts , the better to converse With solitude , till far from track of men , Thought following thought , and step by step led on , He entred now the bordering Desert wild , And with dark shades and rocks environ'd round , His holy ...
... thoughts , the better to converse With solitude , till far from track of men , Thought following thought , and step by step led on , He entred now the bordering Desert wild , And with dark shades and rocks environ'd round , His holy ...
Pàgina 499
... thought my God , And storm'st refus'd , thinking to terrifie Mee to thy will ; desist , thou art discern'd And toil'st in vain , nor me in vain molest . To whom the Fiend now swoln with rage reply'd : Then hear , O Son of David , Virgin ...
... thought my God , And storm'st refus'd , thinking to terrifie Mee to thy will ; desist , thou art discern'd And toil'st in vain , nor me in vain molest . To whom the Fiend now swoln with rage reply'd : Then hear , O Son of David , Virgin ...
Pàgina 505
... thought it not unworthy to insert a verse of Euripides into the Text of Holy Scripture , 1 Cor . 15. 33. and Paraus commenting on the Revelation , divides the whole Book as a Tragedy , into Acts dis- tinguisht each by a Chorus of ...
... thought it not unworthy to insert a verse of Euripides into the Text of Holy Scripture , 1 Cor . 15. 33. and Paraus commenting on the Revelation , divides the whole Book as a Tragedy , into Acts dis- tinguisht each by a Chorus of ...
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