The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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... that I On what I offer set as high esteem , Nor what I part with mean to give for naught : All these , which , in a moment , thou behold'st , The kingdoms of the world , to thee I give ( For , given to me , I give to whom I please ) ...
... that I On what I offer set as high esteem , Nor what I part with mean to give for naught : All these , which , in a moment , thou behold'st , The kingdoms of the world , to thee I give ( For , given to me , I give to whom I please ) ...
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1 Thou , Shepherd , that dost Israel keep , Give ear in time of need ; Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed : That sitt'st between the cherubs bright , Between their wings outspread ; Shine forth , and from thy ...
1 Thou , Shepherd , that dost Israel keep , Give ear in time of need ; Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed : That sitt'st between the cherubs bright , Between their wings outspread ; Shine forth , and from thy ...
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8 Lord God of Hosts , hear now my prayer , O Jacob's God , give ear : 9 Thou , God , our shield , look on the face Of thy anointed dear . 10 For one day in thy courts to be , Is better , and more blest , Than in the joys of vanity A ...
8 Lord God of Hosts , hear now my prayer , O Jacob's God , give ear : 9 Thou , God , our shield , look on the face Of thy anointed dear . 10 For one day in thy courts to be , Is better , and more blest , Than in the joys of vanity A ...
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