The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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My brethren , as thou call'st them , those ten tribes , I must deliver , if I mean to reign David's true heir , and his full scepter sway To just extent over all Israel's sons . But whence to thee this zeal ?
My brethren , as thou call'st them , those ten tribes , I must deliver , if I mean to reign David's true heir , and his full scepter sway To just extent over all Israel's sons . But whence to thee this zeal ?
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... never had ! fond wish too late ) Was in the vale of Sorec , Dalila , That specious monster , my accomplish'd snare . I thought it lawful from my former act , And the same end ; still watching to oppress Israel's oppressors : of what ...
... never had ! fond wish too late ) Was in the vale of Sorec , Dalila , That specious monster , my accomplish'd snare . I thought it lawful from my former act , And the same end ; still watching to oppress Israel's oppressors : of what ...
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And , in despite of Pharaoh fell , He brought from thence his Israel ; For his , & c . The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythr©¡an main ; For his , & c . The floods stood still , like walls of glass , While the Hebrew bands did ...
And , in despite of Pharaoh fell , He brought from thence his Israel ; For his , & c . The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythr©¡an main ; For his , & c . The floods stood still , like walls of glass , While the Hebrew bands did ...
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