Poetical WorksOxford University Press, 1958 - 628 pàgines |
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Pàgina 104
... praise him in thy Spheare While day arises , that sweet hour of Prime . Thou Sun , of this great World both Eye and Soule , Acknowledge him thy Greater , sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high ...
... praise him in thy Spheare While day arises , that sweet hour of Prime . Thou Sun , of this great World both Eye and Soule , Acknowledge him thy Greater , sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high ...
Pàgina 105
... praise . His praise ye Winds , that from four Quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye Pines , With every Plant , in sign of Worship wave . Fountains and yee , that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs ...
... praise . His praise ye Winds , that from four Quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye Pines , With every Plant , in sign of Worship wave . Fountains and yee , that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs ...
Pàgina 312
... praise , if always praise unmixt ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A miscellaneous rabble , who extoll 40 45 So Things vulgar , and well weighd , scarce worth the praise ; They praise and they admire they know not what , And ...
... praise , if always praise unmixt ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A miscellaneous rabble , who extoll 40 45 So Things vulgar , and well weighd , scarce worth the praise ; They praise and they admire they know not what , And ...
Continguts
Book I | 2 |
PARADISE REGAIN D | 283 |
SAMSON AGONISTES | 341 |
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