The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±ÇBell and Daldy, 1878 |
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... voice , nor The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue 1066 Draws hitherward , I know him by his stride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look [ hither Haughty as is his pile high - built and proud . Comes he in peace ? what wind bath ...
... voice , nor The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue 1066 Draws hitherward , I know him by his stride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look [ hither Haughty as is his pile high - built and proud . Comes he in peace ? what wind bath ...
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... voice is that ? my young Lord ? speak again . 2 B. O brother , ' tis my father's shepherd , sure . 1 B. Thyrsis ? Whose artful strains have oft Hy Lawes delay'd 495 The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And sweeten'd every muskrose ...
... voice is that ? my young Lord ? speak again . 2 B. O brother , ' tis my father's shepherd , sure . 1 B. Thyrsis ? Whose artful strains have oft Hy Lawes delay'd 495 The huddling brook to hear his madrigal , And sweeten'd every muskrose ...
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... voice Of my most honour'd Lady , your dear Sister . Amaz'd I stood , harrow'd with grief and fear , 565 And O poor hapless nightingale thought I , How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with ...
... voice Of my most honour'd Lady , your dear Sister . Amaz'd I stood , harrow'd with grief and fear , 565 And O poor hapless nightingale thought I , How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with ...
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... voice is past , That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells , and flow'rets of a thousand hues . 135 Ye valleys low , where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton ...
... voice is past , That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells , and flow'rets of a thousand hues . 135 Ye valleys low , where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton ...
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... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus'self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear ...
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus'self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear ...
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