The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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Thy pompous delicacies I contemn , And count thy specious gifts no gifts , but guiles . ... Great acts require great means of enterprise ; Thou art unknown , unfriended , low of birth , A carpenter thy father known , thyself Bred up in ...
Thy pompous delicacies I contemn , And count thy specious gifts no gifts , but guiles . ... Great acts require great means of enterprise ; Thou art unknown , unfriended , low of birth , A carpenter thy father known , thyself Bred up in ...
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Men call me Harapha , of stock renown'd As Og , or Anak , and the Emims old That Kiriathaim held ; thou know'st me now If thou at all art known . Much I have heard Of thy prodigious might , and feats perform'd , Incredible to me ...
Men call me Harapha , of stock renown'd As Og , or Anak , and the Emims old That Kiriathaim held ; thou know'st me now If thou at all art known . Much I have heard Of thy prodigious might , and feats perform'd , Incredible to me ...
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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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