The Poetical Works of John Milton, 1-2±ÇPorter & Coates, 1880 |
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... LORD , how many are my foes ! How many those That in arms against me rise ! Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say , No help for him in God there lies . But thou , Lord , art my shield , my glory , Thee through my story Th ...
... LORD , how many are my foes ! How many those That in arms against me rise ! Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say , No help for him in God there lies . But thou , Lord , art my shield , my glory , Thee through my story Th ...
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... Lord , To us thy mercy show , Thy saving health to us afford , And life in us renew . 8 And now what God the Lord will speak , I will go straight and hear , For to his people he speaks peace , And to his saints full dear , To his dear ...
... Lord , To us thy mercy show , Thy saving health to us afford , And life in us renew . 8 And now what God the Lord will speak , I will go straight and hear , For to his people he speaks peace , And to his saints full dear , To his dear ...
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... Lord , thy way most right , I in thy truth will bide , To fear thy name my heart unite , So shall u never slide . 12 Thee will I praise , O Lord my God , Thee honour and adore With my whole heart , and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore ...
... Lord , thy way most right , I in thy truth will bide , To fear thy name my heart unite , So shall u never slide . 12 Thee will I praise , O Lord my God , Thee honour and adore With my whole heart , and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore ...
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Adam agni amorous angels arms atque aught Bartas beast behold Bentl bliss bright call'd CHOR cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight divine doth dread Du Bartas Dunster dwell Dyce earth eternal Euripides evil eyes fair Father fear fruit glory gods grace H©¡c hand happy hath heard heaven hell hill honour igne ipse king light live Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's morn Newton night numina o'er Olympo Ovid paradise PARADISE LOST peace Poems praise PSALM qu©¡ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade Shakesp shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits star stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Todd tree turn'd ulmo vex'd Virg virtue voice Warton whence winds wings