The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his Throne it self Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against ...
... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his Throne it self Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against ...
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... fire inflame with rage . Farr off from these a slow and silent stream , Lethe the River of Oblivion roules Her ... Fire . Thither by harpy - footed Furies hail'd , At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought and feel by turns the ...
... fire inflame with rage . Farr off from these a slow and silent stream , Lethe the River of Oblivion roules Her ... Fire . Thither by harpy - footed Furies hail'd , At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought and feel by turns the ...
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... Fire , By day a Cloud , by night a Pillar of Fire , To guide them in thir journey , and remove Behinde them , while th ' obdurat King pursues : All night he will pursue , but his approach . Darkness defends between till morning Watch ...
... Fire , By day a Cloud , by night a Pillar of Fire , To guide them in thir journey , and remove Behinde them , while th ' obdurat King pursues : All night he will pursue , but his approach . Darkness defends between till morning Watch ...
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