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... glory , glory the reward That sole excites to high attempts the flame Of most erected Spirits , most temperd pure Ætherial , who all pleasures else despise , All treasures and all gain esteem as dross , And dignities and powers all but ...
... glory , glory the reward That sole excites to high attempts the flame Of most erected Spirits , most temperd pure Ætherial , who all pleasures else despise , All treasures and all gain esteem as dross , And dignities and powers all but ...
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John Milton. Quench not the thirst of glory , but augment . Great Julius , whom now all the World admires , The more he grew in years , the more inflam'd With glory , wept that he had liv'd so long Inglorious : but thou yet art not too ...
John Milton. Quench not the thirst of glory , but augment . Great Julius , whom now all the World admires , The more he grew in years , the more inflam'd With glory , wept that he had liv'd so long Inglorious : but thou yet art not too ...
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... glory , Strongest of mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n . For him I reck'n not in high estate 170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphear of fortune raises ; But thee whose strength , while vertue was her ...
... glory , Strongest of mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n . For him I reck'n not in high estate 170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphear of fortune raises ; But thee whose strength , while vertue was her ...
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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