Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, Том 2J. and R. Tonson, 1753 - 335 страница |
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... never cease to roar : Yea it fhall be his natural property To harbour those that are at enmity . Fo 85 What pow'r , what force , what mighty fpell , if not ' Your learned hands , can loose this Gordian knot ? 91. Rivers arife , & c ...
... never cease to roar : Yea it fhall be his natural property To harbour those that are at enmity . Fo 85 What pow'r , what force , what mighty fpell , if not ' Your learned hands , can loose this Gordian knot ? 91. Rivers arife , & c ...
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... never was by mortal finger ftrook , Divinely - warbled voice Answering the ftringed noise , As all their fouls in blissful rapture took : The air fuch pleasure loath to lofe , 90 1 95 99 With thousand echo's ftill prolongs each heav'nly ...
... never was by mortal finger ftrook , Divinely - warbled voice Answering the ftringed noise , As all their fouls in blissful rapture took : The air fuch pleasure loath to lofe , 90 1 95 99 With thousand echo's ftill prolongs each heav'nly ...
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... never made , But when of old the fons of morning fung , While the Creator great His conftellations fet , And the well - balanc'd world on hinges hung , 116. With unexpreffive notes ] See Lycidas ver . 176 . 119. But when of old the fons ...
... never made , But when of old the fons of morning fung , While the Creator great His conftellations fet , And the well - balanc'd world on hinges hung , 116. With unexpreffive notes ] See Lycidas ver . 176 . 119. But when of old the fons ...
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... never have prevail'd , Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd ; But lately finding him so long at home , And thinking now his journey's end was come , And that he had ta'en up his latest inn , In the kind office of a chamberlin 10 ...
... never have prevail'd , Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd ; But lately finding him so long at home , And thinking now his journey's end was come , And that he had ta'en up his latest inn , In the kind office of a chamberlin 10 ...
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... never die while he could move ; ī So hung his destiny , never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot , Made of fphere - metal , never to decay tuli Until his revolution was at stay . 15 RA Time numbers motion , yet ...
... never die while he could move ; ī So hung his destiny , never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot , Made of fphere - metal , never to decay tuli Until his revolution was at stay . 15 RA Time numbers motion , yet ...
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