The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... things vain , and all who in vain things Built their fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame , Or happiness in this or th ' other life ; 430 440 450 All who have thir reward on Earth , the fruits Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal ...
... things vain , and all who in vain things Built their fond hopes of Glorie or lasting fame , Or happiness in this or th ' other life ; 430 440 450 All who have thir reward on Earth , the fruits Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal ...
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... things above his World , and of thir being Who dwell in Heav'n , whose excellence he saw Transcend his own so farr ... things proceed , and up to him return , If not deprav'd from good , created all Such to perfection , one first matter ...
... things above his World , and of thir being Who dwell in Heav'n , whose excellence he saw Transcend his own so farr ... things proceed , and up to him return , If not deprav'd from good , created all Such to perfection , one first matter ...
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... things are best fullfil'd in thir due time , And time there is for all things , Truth hath said : If of my raign Prophetic Writ hath told That it shall never end , so when begin The Father in his purpose hath decreed , He in whose hand ...
... things are best fullfil'd in thir due time , And time there is for all things , Truth hath said : If of my raign Prophetic Writ hath told That it shall never end , so when begin The Father in his purpose hath decreed , He in whose hand ...
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