The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599페이지 |
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... Death or aught then Death more dread Shall separate us , linkt in Love so deare , 970 To undergoe with mee one Guilt , one Crime , If any be , of tasting this fair Fruit , Whose vertue , for of good still good proceeds , Direct , or by ...
... Death or aught then Death more dread Shall separate us , linkt in Love so deare , 970 To undergoe with mee one Guilt , one Crime , If any be , of tasting this fair Fruit , Whose vertue , for of good still good proceeds , Direct , or by ...
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... death , as utmost end Of miserie , so thinking to evade The penaltie pronounc't , doubt not but God Hath wiselier arm'd his vengeful ire then so To be forestall'd ; much more I fear least Death So snatcht will not exempt us from the ...
... death , as utmost end Of miserie , so thinking to evade The penaltie pronounc't , doubt not but God Hath wiselier arm'd his vengeful ire then so To be forestall'd ; much more I fear least Death So snatcht will not exempt us from the ...
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... death , and suffering death , The penaltie to thy transgression due , And due to theirs which out of thine will So onely can high Justice rest appaid . The Law of God exact he shall fulfill Both by obedience and by love , though love ...
... death , and suffering death , The penaltie to thy transgression due , And due to theirs which out of thine will So onely can high Justice rest appaid . The Law of God exact he shall fulfill Both by obedience and by love , though love ...
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