The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hast him crown'd . O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord , Thou hast put all under his lordly feet , All Flocks , and Herds , by thy commanding word , All beasts that in the field or forrest meet . Fowl of the Heavens , and ...
... hast him crown'd . O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord , Thou hast put all under his lordly feet , All Flocks , and Herds , by thy commanding word , All beasts that in the field or forrest meet . Fowl of the Heavens , and ...
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... hast , though Thron'd in highest bliss Equal to God , and equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all to save A World from utter loss , and hast been found By Merit more then Birthright Son of God , Found worthiest to be so by ...
... hast , though Thron'd in highest bliss Equal to God , and equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all to save A World from utter loss , and hast been found By Merit more then Birthright Son of God , Found worthiest to be so by ...
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... hast thou yeelded to transgress The strict forbiddance , how to violate The sacred Fruit forbidd'n ! som cursed ... hast presum'd , adventrous Eve And peril great provok't , who thus hast dar'd Had it bin onely coveting to Eye That ...
... hast thou yeelded to transgress The strict forbiddance , how to violate The sacred Fruit forbidd'n ! som cursed ... hast presum'd , adventrous Eve And peril great provok't , who thus hast dar'd Had it bin onely coveting to Eye That ...
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