The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±ÇBell, 1831 |
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... hope ] Virg . ¨¡n . ii . 354 . ' Una salus victis , nullam sperare salutem . ' and Q. Curt . L. v . c . iv . ¡¤ S©¡pe desperatio spei causa est . ' 797 last ] Tickell and Bentley read lost . ' Newton . 805 Nor multitude , stand only and ...
... hope ] Virg . ¨¡n . ii . 354 . ' Una salus victis , nullam sperare salutem . ' and Q. Curt . L. v . c . iv . ¡¤ S©¡pe desperatio spei causa est . ' 797 last ] Tickell and Bentley read lost . ' Newton . 805 Nor multitude , stand only and ...
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... hope Of what so seldom chanc'd , when to his wish , Beyond his hope , Eve separate he spies , Veil'd in a cloud of fragrance , where she stood , Half spy'd , so thick the roses bushing round About her glow'd , oft stooping to support ...
... hope Of what so seldom chanc'd , when to his wish , Beyond his hope , Eve separate he spies , Veil'd in a cloud of fragrance , where she stood , Half spy'd , so thick the roses bushing round About her glow'd , oft stooping to support ...
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... hope Of paradise for hell , hope here to taste Of pleasure , but all pleasure to destroy , Save what is in destroying , other joy To me is lost . Then let me not let pass Occasion which now smiles ; behold alone The woman opportune to ...
... hope Of paradise for hell , hope here to taste Of pleasure , but all pleasure to destroy , Save what is in destroying , other joy To me is lost . Then let me not let pass Occasion which now smiles ; behold alone The woman opportune to ...
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