The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... mihi pectora motu , Et furor , & sonitus me sacer intùs agit . Delius ipse venit , video Penëide lauro Implicitos crines , Delius ipse venit . Jam mihi mens liquidi raptatur in ardua c©«li , Perque vagas nubes corpore liber eo . Perque ...
... mihi pectora motu , Et furor , & sonitus me sacer intùs agit . Delius ipse venit , video Penëide lauro Implicitos crines , Delius ipse venit . Jam mihi mens liquidi raptatur in ardua c©«li , Perque vagas nubes corpore liber eo . Perque ...
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... mihi . Nec te stulte tu©¡ poterunt defendere Mus©¡ , Nec tibi Ph©«b©¡us porriget anguis opem . Dixit , & aurato quatiens mucrone sagittam , Evolat in tepidos Cypridos ille sinus . At mihi risuro tonuit ferus ore minaci , Et mihi de puero ...
... mihi . Nec te stulte tu©¡ poterunt defendere Mus©¡ , Nec tibi Ph©«b©¡us porriget anguis opem . Dixit , & aurato quatiens mucrone sagittam , Evolat in tepidos Cypridos ille sinus . At mihi risuro tonuit ferus ore minaci , Et mihi de puero ...
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... mihi , mille locis pectus inerme ferit . Protinus insoliti subierunt corda furores , Uror amans intùs , flammaque totus eram . Interea misero qu©¡ jam mihi sola placebat , Ablata est oculis non reditura meis . Ast ego progredior tacitè ...
... mihi , mille locis pectus inerme ferit . Protinus insoliti subierunt corda furores , Uror amans intùs , flammaque totus eram . Interea misero qu©¡ jam mihi sola placebat , Ablata est oculis non reditura meis . Ast ego progredior tacitè ...
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