The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1935 - 599ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath the seat ... winds her sultry horn , Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at Ev'ning ...
... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath the seat ... winds her sultry horn , Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at Ev'ning ...
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... wind , and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Woolf with ... winds , and gushing brooks , On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enameld ...
... wind , and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Woolf with ... winds , and gushing brooks , On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enameld ...
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... Winds Orion arm'd Hath vext the Red - Sea Coast , whose waves orethrew Busiris and his Memphian Chivalrie , While ... Wind , That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like Night , and darken'd all the Land of Nile : So numberless were ...
... Winds Orion arm'd Hath vext the Red - Sea Coast , whose waves orethrew Busiris and his Memphian Chivalrie , While ... Wind , That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like Night , and darken'd all the Land of Nile : So numberless were ...
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