The Works of John Milton, Volume 2, Issue 2Columbia University Press, 1931 - English literature |
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... comes not Death , 855 Said hee , with one thrice acceptable stroke To end me ? Shall Truth fail to keep her word , Justice Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for ...
... comes not Death , 855 Said hee , with one thrice acceptable stroke To end me ? Shall Truth fail to keep her word , Justice Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for ...
Page 358
... come 345 From all the ends of th ' Earth , to celebrate And reverence thee thir great Progenitor . But this ... comes . Ascend This Hill ; let Eve ( for I have drencht her eyes ) Here sleep below while thou to foresight wak'st ...
... come 345 From all the ends of th ' Earth , to celebrate And reverence thee thir great Progenitor . But this ... comes . Ascend This Hill ; let Eve ( for I have drencht her eyes ) Here sleep below while thou to foresight wak'st ...
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... come when it comes ; all hope is lost 205 Of my reception into grace ; what worse ? For where no hope is left , is left no fear ; If there be worse , the expectation more Of worse torments me then the feeling can . I would be at the ...
... come when it comes ; all hope is lost 205 Of my reception into grace ; what worse ? For where no hope is left , is left no fear ; If there be worse , the expectation more Of worse torments me then the feeling can . I would be at the ...
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