The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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The Lord thy God , and only him shalt serve And darest thou to the Son of God propound To worship thee , accursed ? now ... To whom the fiend , with fear abash'd , replied : " Be not so sore offended , Son of God , Though sons of God ...
The Lord thy God , and only him shalt serve And darest thou to the Son of God propound To worship thee , accursed ? now ... To whom the fiend , with fear abash'd , replied : " Be not so sore offended , Son of God , Though sons of God ...
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To whom the fiend , now swoln with rage , replied : " Then hear , O Son of David , virgin - born , For Son of God to me ... The Son of God I also am , or was ; And if I was , I am ; relation stands ; All men are sons of God ; yet thee I ...
To whom the fiend , now swoln with rage , replied : " Then hear , O Son of David , virgin - born , For Son of God to me ... The Son of God I also am , or was ; And if I was , I am ; relation stands ; All men are sons of God ; yet thee I ...
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I have attempted , one by one , the lords Either at home , or through the high street passing , With supplication prone , and father's tears , To accept of ransom for my son , their prisoner . Some much averse I found , and wondrous ...
I have attempted , one by one , the lords Either at home , or through the high street passing , With supplication prone , and father's tears , To accept of ransom for my son , their prisoner . Some much averse I found , and wondrous ...
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