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... arms . Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men , he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht , rowling in the fiery gulph confounded though immortal : but his doom Referv'd him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both ...
... arms . Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men , he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht , rowling in the fiery gulph confounded though immortal : but his doom Referv'd him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both ...
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... arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the potent victor in his rage can elfe inflict , do I repent or change , Though chang'd in outward luftre ; that fixt mind And high disdain , from sense of injur'd merit , That with the Mightiest rais ...
... arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the potent victor in his rage can elfe inflict , do I repent or change , Though chang'd in outward luftre ; that fixt mind And high disdain , from sense of injur'd merit , That with the Mightiest rais ...
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... arm'd That durst dislike his reign , and me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd In dubious battle ... arms not worse , in forefight much advanc'd , we may with more fuccessful hope refolve To wage by force or guile ...
... arm'd That durst dislike his reign , and me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd In dubious battle ... arms not worse , in forefight much advanc'd , we may with more fuccessful hope refolve To wage by force or guile ...
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... copartners of our lofs , Ly thus astonisht on th ' oblivious pool , And call them not to fhare with us their part In this unhapy mansion , or once more with rallied arms to try what maybe yet Regain'd in 8 BOOK I. 235 .
... copartners of our lofs , Ly thus astonisht on th ' oblivious pool , And call them not to fhare with us their part In this unhapy mansion , or once more with rallied arms to try what maybe yet Regain'd in 8 BOOK I. 235 .
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A Poem in Twelve Books John Milton. with rallied arms to try what maybe yet Regain'd in heav'n , or what more loft in hell ? so satan fpake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of thofe armies bright , which but th ' omnipotent ...
A Poem in Twelve Books John Milton. with rallied arms to try what maybe yet Regain'd in heav'n , or what more loft in hell ? so satan fpake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of thofe armies bright , which but th ' omnipotent ...
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