The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... give my severall friends satisfaction , and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the publike view ; and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those fair Hopes , and rare Endowments of your much - promising Youth , which ...
... give my severall friends satisfaction , and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the publike view ; and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those fair Hopes , and rare Endowments of your much - promising Youth , which ...
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... Give ear in time of need , Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Josephs seed , That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out - spread Shine forth , and from thy cloud give light , And on our foes thy dread . 2 ...
... Give ear in time of need , Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Josephs seed , That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out - spread Shine forth , and from thy cloud give light , And on our foes thy dread . 2 ...
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... give for naught ; All these which in a moment thou behold'st , The Kingdoms of the world to thee I give ; For giv'n to me , I give to whom I please , No trifle ; yet with this reserve , not else , On this condition , if thou wilt fall ...
... give for naught ; All these which in a moment thou behold'st , The Kingdoms of the world to thee I give ; For giv'n to me , I give to whom I please , No trifle ; yet with this reserve , not else , On this condition , if thou wilt fall ...
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