The Poetical Works of John Milton, 1±Çat the Clarendon Press., 1731 |
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... feek their prey on earth , durft fix Their feats long after next the feat of God , Their altars by his altar , Gods ador'd Among the nations round , and durst abide JEHOVAH thund'ring out of SION , thron'd Between the Cherubim ; yea ...
... feek their prey on earth , durft fix Their feats long after next the feat of God , Their altars by his altar , Gods ador'd Among the nations round , and durst abide JEHOVAH thund'ring out of SION , thron'd Between the Cherubim ; yea ...
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... he her aid Can never feek , ( once dead in fins , and loft ) Attonement for himself , or offering meet , Indebted , and undone , hath none to bring . 240 246 Behold me then , me for him ,. 235 Behold 60 PARADISE LOST . Book IID.
... he her aid Can never feek , ( once dead in fins , and loft ) Attonement for himself , or offering meet , Indebted , and undone , hath none to bring . 240 246 Behold me then , me for him ,. 235 Behold 60 PARADISE LOST . Book IID.
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... feek In GOLGOTHA him dead , who lives in Heav'n : And they who to be fure of Paradise , Dying put on the weeds of DOMINIC , Or in FRANCISCAN think to pass disguis'd : 480 They pass the Planets seven , and pass the fix'd , And that ...
... feek In GOLGOTHA him dead , who lives in Heav'n : And they who to be fure of Paradise , Dying put on the weeds of DOMINIC , Or in FRANCISCAN think to pass disguis'd : 480 They pass the Planets seven , and pass the fix'd , And that ...
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