The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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And ever , against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting soul may pierce , In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy ...
And ever , against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting soul may pierce , In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy ...
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Down he descended from his snow - soft chair , But , all un'wares , with his cold , kind embrace , Unhoused thy virgin soul from her fair biding - place . Yet thou art not inglorious in thy fate ; For so Apollo , with unweeting hand ...
Down he descended from his snow - soft chair , But , all un'wares , with his cold , kind embrace , Unhoused thy virgin soul from her fair biding - place . Yet thou art not inglorious in thy fate ; For so Apollo , with unweeting hand ...
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LORD , my God , to thee I fly ; Save me , and secure me under Thy protection while I cry ; Lest , as a lion ( and no wonder ) , He haste to tear my soul asunder , Tearing , and no rescue nigh . Lord , my God , if I have thought Or done ...
LORD , my God , to thee I fly ; Save me , and secure me under Thy protection while I cry ; Lest , as a lion ( and no wonder ) , He haste to tear my soul asunder , Tearing , and no rescue nigh . Lord , my God , if I have thought Or done ...
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