The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599 pàgines |
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Pàgina 236
... voices , uttering joy , Heav'n rung With Jubilee , and loud Hosannas fill'd Th ' eternal Regions : lowly reverent Towards ... voice but well could joine Melodious part , such concord is in Heav'n . Thee Father first they sung Omnipotent ...
... voices , uttering joy , Heav'n rung With Jubilee , and loud Hosannas fill'd Th ' eternal Regions : lowly reverent Towards ... voice but well could joine Melodious part , such concord is in Heav'n . Thee Father first they sung Omnipotent ...
Pàgina 384
... voice Affraid , being naked , hid my self . To whom The gracious Judge without revile repli'd . My voice thou oft hast heard , and hast not fear'd , But still rejoyc't , how is it now become So dreadful to thee ? that thou art naked ...
... voice Affraid , being naked , hid my self . To whom The gracious Judge without revile repli'd . My voice thou oft hast heard , and hast not fear'd , But still rejoyc't , how is it now become So dreadful to thee ? that thou art naked ...
Pàgina 452
... voice From Heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son That heard the Adversary , who roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and with the voice divine Nigh Thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom Such ...
... voice From Heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son That heard the Adversary , who roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and with the voice divine Nigh Thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom Such ...
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