The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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O , welcome , pure - eyed faith , white - handed hope , Thou hovering angel , girt with golden wings , And thou unblemish'd form of chastity ! I see ye visibly , and now believe That he , the Supreme Good , to whom all things ill Are ...
O , welcome , pure - eyed faith , white - handed hope , Thou hovering angel , girt with golden wings , And thou unblemish'd form of chastity ! I see ye visibly , and now believe That he , the Supreme Good , to whom all things ill Are ...
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And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude , Where , with her best nurse , contemplation , She plumes her feathers , and lets grow her wings , That , in the various bustle of resort , Were all too ruffled , and sometimes ...
And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude , Where , with her best nurse , contemplation , She plumes her feathers , and lets grow her wings , That , in the various bustle of resort , Were all too ruffled , and sometimes ...
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Thou honor'st verse , and verse must lend her wing To honor thee , the priest of Phoebus ' quire , That tunest their ... who knew them best Thy handmaids , clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings , that up they flew so drest ...
Thou honor'st verse , and verse must lend her wing To honor thee , the priest of Phoebus ' quire , That tunest their ... who knew them best Thy handmaids , clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings , that up they flew so drest ...
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