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... give it , or will ever ? how he can Is doubtful ; that he never will is sure . Will he , so wise , let loose at once his ire , Belike through impotence , or unaware , To give his Enemies thir wish , and end Them in his anger , whom his ...
... give it , or will ever ? how he can Is doubtful ; that he never will is sure . Will he , so wise , let loose at once his ire , Belike through impotence , or unaware , To give his Enemies thir wish , and end Them in his anger , whom his ...
Page 327
... give for naught ; All these which in a moment thou behold'st , The Kingdoms of the World to thee I give ; For giv'n to me , I give to whom I please , No trifle ; yet with this reserve , not else , On this condition , if thou wilt fall ...
... give for naught ; All these which in a moment thou behold'st , The Kingdoms of the World to thee I give ; For giv'n to me , I give to whom I please , No trifle ; yet with this reserve , not else , On this condition , if thou wilt fall ...
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... give my severall friends satisfaction , and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the publike view ; and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those fair Hopes , and rare Endowments of your much - promising Youth , which ...
... give my severall friends satisfaction , and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the publike view ; and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those fair Hopes , and rare Endowments of your much - promising Youth , which ...
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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