The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence , That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize , 790 800 And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o're ...
... spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence , That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize , 790 800 And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o're ...
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... Spirits that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure , thence raise At least distemperd , discontented thoughts , Vain hopes , vain aimes , inordinate desires Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride . Him thus ...
... Spirits that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure , thence raise At least distemperd , discontented thoughts , Vain hopes , vain aimes , inordinate desires Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride . Him thus ...
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... Spirits , and Chariots wing'd , From the Armoury of God , where stand of old Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd Against a solemn day , harnest at hand , Celestial Equipage ; and now came forth Spontaneous , for within them Spirit ...
... Spirits , and Chariots wing'd , From the Armoury of God , where stand of old Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd Against a solemn day , harnest at hand , Celestial Equipage ; and now came forth Spontaneous , for within them Spirit ...
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