The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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Sometimes they thought he might be only shown , And for a time caught up to God , as once Moses was in the mount , and missing long ; And the great Tishbite , who on fiery wheels Rode up to heaven , yet once again to come : Therefore ...
Sometimes they thought he might be only shown , And for a time caught up to God , as once Moses was in the mount , and missing long ; And the great Tishbite , who on fiery wheels Rode up to heaven , yet once again to come : Therefore ...
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... thou say'st , expel A brutish monster ; what if I withal Expel a devil who first made him such ? Let his tormentor , conscience , find him out : For him I was not sent ; nor yet to free That people , victor once , now vile and base ...
... thou say'st , expel A brutish monster ; what if I withal Expel a devil who first made him such ? Let his tormentor , conscience , find him out : For him I was not sent ; nor yet to free That people , victor once , now vile and base ...
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ET once more , O ye laurels , and once more , Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never sere , I come , to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And , with forced fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year .
ET once more , O ye laurels , and once more , Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never sere , I come , to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And , with forced fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year .
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