The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599페이지 |
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... lost ? All is not lost ; the unconquerable Will , And study of revenge , immortal hate , And courage never to submit or yield : And what is else not to be overcome ? That Glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me . To bow and ...
... lost ? All is not lost ; the unconquerable Will , And study of revenge , immortal hate , And courage never to submit or yield : And what is else not to be overcome ? That Glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me . To bow and ...
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... lost lay these , covering the Flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He call'd so loud , that all the hollow Deep Of Hell resounded . Princes , Potentates , Warriers , the Flowr of Heav'n , once yours , now lost , If such ...
... lost lay these , covering the Flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He call'd so loud , that all the hollow Deep Of Hell resounded . Princes , Potentates , Warriers , the Flowr of Heav'n , once yours , now lost , If such ...
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... lost , adjudg'd to Death and Hell By doom severe , had not the Son of God , In whom the fulness dwels of love divine , His dearest mediation thus renewd . Father , thy word is past , man shall find grace ; And shall grace not find means ...
... lost , adjudg'd to Death and Hell By doom severe , had not the Son of God , In whom the fulness dwels of love divine , His dearest mediation thus renewd . Father , thy word is past , man shall find grace ; And shall grace not find means ...
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