The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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Lady . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is address'd to unattending ears ; return . Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How to regain my sever'd company , Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo To give me ...
Lady . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is address'd to unattending ears ; return . Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How to regain my sever'd company , Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo To give me ...
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Lady . Gentle villager , What readiest way would bring me to that place ? Comus . Due west it rises from this shrubby point . Lady . To find out that , good shepherd , I suppose , In such a scant allowance of star - light , Would ...
Lady . Gentle villager , What readiest way would bring me to that place ? Comus . Due west it rises from this shrubby point . Lady . To find out that , good shepherd , I suppose , In such a scant allowance of star - light , Would ...
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Comus appears with his rabble , and the Lady set in an enchanted chair , to whom he offers his glass , which she puts by , and goes about to rise . Comus . Nay , lady , sit ; if I but wave this wand , Your nerves are all chain'd up in ...
Comus appears with his rabble , and the Lady set in an enchanted chair , to whom he offers his glass , which she puts by , and goes about to rise . Comus . Nay , lady , sit ; if I but wave this wand , Your nerves are all chain'd up in ...
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