The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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Mark , what radiant state she spreads , In circle round her shining throne , Shooting her beams like silver , threads ; This , this is she alone , Sitting like a goddess bright , In the center of her light . Might she the wise Latona be ...
Mark , what radiant state she spreads , In circle round her shining throne , Shooting her beams like silver , threads ; This , this is she alone , Sitting like a goddess bright , In the center of her light . Might she the wise Latona be ...
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Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And , therefore , to our weaker view , O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem , Or that starr'd ...
Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , And , therefore , to our weaker view , O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem , Or that starr'd ...
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... Sent thee from the banks of Came , Devoted to thy virtuous name ; While thou , bright saint , high sitt'st in glory , Next her , much like to thee in story , That fair Syrian shepherdess Who , after years of barreness , The highly ...
... Sent thee from the banks of Came , Devoted to thy virtuous name ; While thou , bright saint , high sitt'st in glory , Next her , much like to thee in story , That fair Syrian shepherdess Who , after years of barreness , The highly ...
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