The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±Ç |
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Ah ! Manoa , I refrain too suddenly 1565 To utter what will come at last too soon ; Lest evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear should pierce too deep . Man . Suspense in news is torture , speak them out . [ dead .
Ah ! Manoa , I refrain too suddenly 1565 To utter what will come at last too soon ; Lest evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear should pierce too deep . Man . Suspense in news is torture , speak them out . [ dead .
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O may we soon again renew that song , And keep in tune with Heav'n , till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite , To live with him , and sing in endless morn of light . 25 AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER .
O may we soon again renew that song , And keep in tune with Heav'n , till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite , To live with him , and sing in endless morn of light . 25 AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER .
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Tos But my How soon hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , late spring no bud or blossom show'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth ...
Tos But my How soon hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , late spring no bud or blossom show'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth ...
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