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... Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries . O Woods , O Fountains , Hillocks , Dales and Bowrs , With other echo late I taught your Shades To answer , and ...
... Divine not hast'n to be just ? But Death comes not at call , Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries . O Woods , O Fountains , Hillocks , Dales and Bowrs , With other echo late I taught your Shades To answer , and ...
Page 495
... divine , Behold us , but without a frown , And visit this thy Vine . 15 Visit this Vine , which thy right hand Hath set , and planted long , And the young branch , that for thy self Thou hast made firm and strong . 16 But now it is ...
... divine , Behold us , but without a frown , And visit this thy Vine . 15 Visit this Vine , which thy right hand Hath set , and planted long , And the young branch , that for thy self Thou hast made firm and strong . 16 But now it is ...
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... divine , without its like on earth , gleaming darkly with parti - coloured wings , watching Aurora as she rises from the glassy billows . Elsewhere are the sky , spreading without end , and [ 190 ] mighty Olympus . Here -- who would ...
... divine , without its like on earth , gleaming darkly with parti - coloured wings , watching Aurora as she rises from the glassy billows . Elsewhere are the sky , spreading without end , and [ 190 ] mighty Olympus . Here -- who would ...
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Adam agni Angels Antistrophe appeerd arms aught Battel Beast behold bliss Boötes brest bright calld Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father Faunus fear fire Fruit giv'n glorious glory Gods gold'n Grace hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill holy honour Israel John Milton joind Jove King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Muse neath night numina op'n Paradise Paradise Lost peace perfet praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd returnd round Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree turnd vertue voice wandring Warr wingd wings World