The Poetical Works of John Milton, 1-2±ÇPorter & Coates, 1880 |
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... hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in itself Can make a heaven of hell , a hell of heaven . What matter where , if I be still the same , And what I ...
... hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in itself Can make a heaven of hell , a hell of heaven . What matter where , if I be still the same , And what I ...
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John Milton. 20 His troubled thoughts , and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings , and round about him , nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place : now conscience ...
John Milton. 20 His troubled thoughts , and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings , and round about him , nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place : now conscience ...
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... hell ; my self am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven . O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ...
... hell ; my self am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven . O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ...
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