The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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I should be loth To meet the rudeness and swill'd insolence Of such late wassailers ; yet , oh ! where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers , when they saw me wearied out With ...
I should be loth To meet the rudeness and swill'd insolence Of such late wassailers ; yet , oh ! where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers , when they saw me wearied out With ...
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Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades , a sorcerer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skill'd in all his mother's witcheries ; And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement ...
Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades , a sorcerer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skill'd in all his mother's witcheries ; And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement ...
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As they come forward , the Genius of the wood appears , and , turning toward them , speaks : Gen. Stay , gentle swains , for , though in this disguise , I see bright honor sparkle through your eyes ; Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung ...
As they come forward , the Genius of the wood appears , and , turning toward them , speaks : Gen. Stay , gentle swains , for , though in this disguise , I see bright honor sparkle through your eyes ; Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung ...
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