The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Throne : Which if not Victory is yet Revenge . He ended frowning , and his look denounc'd Desperate revenge , and Battel dangerous To less then Gods . On th ' other side up rose Belial , in act more graceful and humane ; A fairer person ...
... Throne : Which if not Victory is yet Revenge . He ended frowning , and his look denounc'd Desperate revenge , and Battel dangerous To less then Gods . On th ' other side up rose Belial , in act more graceful and humane ; A fairer person ...
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... Throne Stand ready at command , and are his Eyes 640 650 That run through all the Heav'ns , or down to th ' Earth Bear his swift errands over moist and dry , O're Sea and Land ; him Satan thus accostes . Uriel , for thou of those seav'n ...
... Throne Stand ready at command , and are his Eyes 640 650 That run through all the Heav'ns , or down to th ' Earth Bear his swift errands over moist and dry , O're Sea and Land ; him Satan thus accostes . Uriel , for thou of those seav'n ...
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... Throne of David in full glory , From Egypt to Euphrates and beyond Shalt raign , and Rome or C©¡sar not need fear . To whom our Saviour answer'd thus unmov'd . Much ostentation vain of fleshly arm , And fragile arms , much instrument of ...
... Throne of David in full glory , From Egypt to Euphrates and beyond Shalt raign , and Rome or C©¡sar not need fear . To whom our Saviour answer'd thus unmov'd . Much ostentation vain of fleshly arm , And fragile arms , much instrument of ...
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