The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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Look now for no enchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honey'd words ; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward ; I know him by his stride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look Haughty , as is his pile high - built and proud .
Look now for no enchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honey'd words ; a rougher tongue Draws hitherward ; I know him by his stride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look Haughty , as is his pile high - built and proud .
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LOOK , nymphs , and shepherds , look , What sudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry , Too divine to be mistook ? This , this is she To whom our vows and wishes bend : Here our solemn search hath end .
LOOK , nymphs , and shepherds , look , What sudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry , Too divine to be mistook ? This , this is she To whom our vows and wishes bend : Here our solemn search hath end .
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... Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old , Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward , angel , now , and melt with ruth : And O , ye dolphins , waft the hapless youth .
... Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old , Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward , angel , now , and melt with ruth : And O , ye dolphins , waft the hapless youth .
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