The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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SATAN , persisting in the temptation of our Lord , shows him imperial Rome in its greatest splendor , and tells him that he might , with the greatest ease , expel Tiberius , restore the Romans to their liberty , and make himself master ...
SATAN , persisting in the temptation of our Lord , shows him imperial Rome in its greatest splendor , and tells him that he might , with the greatest ease , expel Tiberius , restore the Romans to their liberty , and make himself master ...
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LORD , how many are my foes ! How many those That in arms against me rise ! Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say : No help for him in God there lies . But thou , Lord , art my shield , my glory , Thee through my story ...
LORD , how many are my foes ! How many those That in arms against me rise ! Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say : No help for him in God there lies . But thou , Lord , art my shield , my glory , Thee through my story ...
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The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my prayer ; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own , and have me in his keeping . Mine enemies shall all be blank , and dash'd With much confusion ; then , grown red with shame ...
The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my prayer ; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own , and have me in his keeping . Mine enemies shall all be blank , and dash'd With much confusion ; then , grown red with shame ...
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