The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599페이지 |
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... Arms ? yet not for those Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict do I repent or change , Though ... Arms not worse , in foresight much advanc't , We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile eternal ...
... Arms ? yet not for those Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict do I repent or change , Though ... Arms not worse , in foresight much advanc't , We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile eternal ...
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... arms Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose . Forthwith ( behold the excellence , the power Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd ) Thir Arms away they threw , and to the Hills ( For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n Of ...
... arms Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose . Forthwith ( behold the excellence , the power Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd ) Thir Arms away they threw , and to the Hills ( For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n Of ...
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... arm'd ; For to themselves I left them , and thou knowst , Equal in their Creation they were form'd , Save what sin ... Arms Gird on , and Sword upon thy puissant Thigh ; Pursue these sons of Darkness , drive them out From all Heav'ns ...
... arm'd ; For to themselves I left them , and thou knowst , Equal in their Creation they were form'd , Save what sin ... Arms Gird on , and Sword upon thy puissant Thigh ; Pursue these sons of Darkness , drive them out From all Heav'ns ...
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