The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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These latest scenes confine my roving verse ; To this horizon is my Phoebus bound : His Godlike acts , and his temptations fierce , And former sufferings , other - where are found ; Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump doth sound ; Me ...
These latest scenes confine my roving verse ; To this horizon is my Phoebus bound : His Godlike acts , and his temptations fierce , And former sufferings , other - where are found ; Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump doth sound ; Me ...
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8 With them great Ashur also bands , And doth confirm the knot ; All these have lent their armed hands To aid the sons of Lot . 9 Do to them as to Midian bold , That wasted all the coast ; To Sisera ; and , as is told , Thou didst to ...
8 With them great Ashur also bands , And doth confirm the knot ; All these have lent their armed hands To aid the sons of Lot . 9 Do to them as to Midian bold , That wasted all the coast ; To Sisera ; and , as is told , Thou didst to ...
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Oh , let us his praises tell , Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell ; For his , & c . Who , with his miracles , doth make Amazed heaven and earth to shake : For his , & c . Who , by his wisdom , did create The painted heavens so full of ...
Oh , let us his praises tell , Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell ; For his , & c . Who , with his miracles , doth make Amazed heaven and earth to shake : For his , & c . Who , by his wisdom , did create The painted heavens so full of ...
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