The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±ÇCreatespace Independent Pub, 2013. 4. 25. - 354ÆäÀÌÁö The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton - John Milton (9 December 1608 - 8 November 1674) was an English poet, polemicist, a scholarly man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost. |
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... soul's essence , Till all be made immortal : but when lust , By unchaste looks , loose gestures , and foul talk , But most by lewd and lavish act of sin , Lets in defilement to the inward parts , The soul grows clotted by contagion ...
... soul's essence , Till all be made immortal : but when lust , By unchaste looks , loose gestures , and foul talk , But most by lewd and lavish act of sin , Lets in defilement to the inward parts , The soul grows clotted by contagion ...
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... soul of harmony ; That Orpheus'self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These ...
... soul of harmony ; That Orpheus'self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These ...
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... soul asunder , Tearing , and no rescue nigh . 3 Lord , my God , if I have thought Or done this , if wickedness Be in my hands , if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace , Or to him have render'd less , And not freed my foe for ...
... soul asunder , Tearing , and no rescue nigh . 3 Lord , my God , if I have thought Or done this , if wickedness Be in my hands , if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace , Or to him have render'd less , And not freed my foe for ...
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