The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 1William Pickering, 1826 |
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Page 74
... Spirit of the nethermost abyss Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness ... Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos and ancient Night , I come no spy , With purpose to explore or to disturb ...
... Spirit of the nethermost abyss Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness ... Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos and ancient Night , I come no spy , With purpose to explore or to disturb ...
Page 74
... Spirit of the nethermost abyss Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness ... Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos and ancient Night , I come no spy , With purpose to explore or to disturb ...
... Spirit of the nethermost abyss Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness ... Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos and ancient Night , I come no spy , With purpose to explore or to disturb ...
Page 127
... Spirits , yet to heav'nly spirits bright Little inferior ; whom my thoughts pursue With wonder , and could love , so lively shines In them divine resemblance , and such grace The hand that form'd them on their shape hath pour'd . Ah ...
... Spirits , yet to heav'nly spirits bright Little inferior ; whom my thoughts pursue With wonder , and could love , so lively shines In them divine resemblance , and such grace The hand that form'd them on their shape hath pour'd . Ah ...
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