Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - 350 страница |
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... doft hide and keep . 4 Come let us cut them off , say they , Till they no nation be , That Ifrael's name for ever may Be loft in memory . 5 For they consult + with all their might , And all as one in mind Themselves against thee they ...
... doft hide and keep . 4 Come let us cut them off , say they , Till they no nation be , That Ifrael's name for ever may Be loft in memory . 5 For they consult + with all their might , And all as one in mind Themselves against thee they ...
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... Doft never more regard , Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er profound • Death's hideous house hath barr'd . " 6 Thou in the lowest pit pit Hast set me all forlorn , Where thickest darkness hovers round , ' In horrid deeps to mourn . ' 7 ...
... Doft never more regard , Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er profound • Death's hideous house hath barr'd . " 6 Thou in the lowest pit pit Hast set me all forlorn , Where thickest darkness hovers round , ' In horrid deeps to mourn . ' 7 ...
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agni alſo Amor Atque beſt cauſe CHOR cloſe courſe Dagon defert didſt domino jam domum impaſti doſt doth earth elſe eſt eyes fair falſe fame fide fing firſt foes folemn fome fong foon foul fræna fuch glory Hæc haſte hath Heav'n honor houſe Ifrael ipſe itſelf jam non vacat juſt king Lady laſt leſs Lord Ludlow town Lycidas malè mihi moſt Muſe muſt night numina nunc o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAIN'D paſs pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent PSAL quæ quid quoque reply'd reſt roſe SAMS Samſon ſay ſea ſeaſon ſee ſeek ſeen ſenſe ſent ſerve ſet ſhades ſhall ſhalt ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeed ſpirits ſpread ſtand ſtar ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſtrong ſtudies ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe thoſe thou art throne tibi Tu quoque uſe verſe virtue waſte whoſe
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