The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... stand in the stressed place of the verse , so that a careless reader might not emphasize it , unless his attention were specially called by some such sign : Behold mee then , mee for him , life for life I offer , on mee let thine anger ...
... stand in the stressed place of the verse , so that a careless reader might not emphasize it , unless his attention were specially called by some such sign : Behold mee then , mee for him , life for life I offer , on mee let thine anger ...
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... stand , Though standing else as Rocks , but down they fell By thousands , Angel on Arch - Angel rowl'd ; The sooner for thir Arms , unarm'd they might Have easily as Spirits evaded swift By quick contraction or remove ; but now Foule ...
... stand , Though standing else as Rocks , but down they fell By thousands , Angel on Arch - Angel rowl'd ; The sooner for thir Arms , unarm'd they might Have easily as Spirits evaded swift By quick contraction or remove ; but now Foule ...
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... stand ; to stand upright Will ask thee skill ; I to thy Fathers house Have brought thee , and highest plac't , highest is best , Now shew thy Progeny ; if not to stand , Cast thy self down ; safely if Son of God : For it is written , He ...
... stand ; to stand upright Will ask thee skill ; I to thy Fathers house Have brought thee , and highest plac't , highest is best , Now shew thy Progeny ; if not to stand , Cast thy self down ; safely if Son of God : For it is written , He ...
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