The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599페이지 |
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... fell From Heav'n , they fabl'd , thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell , from Noon to dewy Eve , A Summers day ; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star , On ...
... fell From Heav'n , they fabl'd , thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell , from Noon to dewy Eve , A Summers day ; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star , On ...
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... fell who fell . Not free , what proof could they have givn sincere Of true allegiance , constant Faith or Love , Where onely what they needs must do , appeard , Not what they would ? what praise could they receive ? What pleasure I from ...
... fell who fell . Not free , what proof could they have givn sincere Of true allegiance , constant Faith or Love , Where onely what they needs must do , appeard , Not what they would ? what praise could they receive ? What pleasure I from ...
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... fell thou say'st , by whom fell he , What glorious hand gave Samson his deaths wound ? Mess . Unwounded of his enemies he fell . Man . Wearied with slaughter then or how ? explain . 1580 Mess . By his own hands . Man . Self ( 546 ) ...
... fell thou say'st , by whom fell he , What glorious hand gave Samson his deaths wound ? Mess . Unwounded of his enemies he fell . Man . Wearied with slaughter then or how ? explain . 1580 Mess . By his own hands . Man . Self ( 546 ) ...
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