Poetical WorksW. Collins, 1909 - 460 sider |
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... till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd , and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me father , and that phantasm call'st my son : I know thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more ...
... till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd , and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me father , and that phantasm call'st my son : I know thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more ...
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... Till many years over thy head return : So mayst thou live , till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease Gather'd , not harshly pluck'd , for death mature . This is old age ; but then thou must outlive Thy ...
... Till many years over thy head return : So mayst thou live , till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease Gather'd , not harshly pluck'd , for death mature . This is old age ; but then thou must outlive Thy ...
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... till , in his rage Pursuing whom he late dismiss'd , the sea Swallows him with his host , but them lets pass As on dry land between two crystal walls , Awed by the rod of Moses so to stand Divided , till his rescued gain their shore ...
... till , in his rage Pursuing whom he late dismiss'd , the sea Swallows him with his host , but them lets pass As on dry land between two crystal walls , Awed by the rod of Moses so to stand Divided , till his rescued gain their shore ...
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Adam angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father Faunus fear flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi morn mortal nigh night numbers numina nymphs o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace Philistines Phoebus praise PSALM quæ reign return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt shame sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder Zephyro