The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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Who this high gift of strength committed to me , In what part lodged , how easily bereft me , Under the seal of silence could not keep , But weakly to a woman must reveal it , O'ercome with importunity and tears .
Who this high gift of strength committed to me , In what part lodged , how easily bereft me , Under the seal of silence could not keep , But weakly to a woman must reveal it , O'ercome with importunity and tears .
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I see ye visibly , and now believe That he , the Supreme Good , to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance , Would send a glistering guardian , if need were , To keep my life and honor unassail'd .
I see ye visibly , and now believe That he , the Supreme Good , to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance , Would send a glistering guardian , if need were , To keep my life and honor unassail'd .
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... or else their sheep , Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep , When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet , As never was by mortal finger strook ; Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all ...
... or else their sheep , Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep , When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet , As never was by mortal finger strook ; Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all ...
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