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... Lost , Book I , Heaven is corrected to Hearn at line 136 , where it is a monosyllable : Hath lost us Heavn , and all this mighty host ; and conversely Heavn is corrected to Heaven at line 612 where it is disyllabic : Thir glory witherd ...
... Lost , Book I , Heaven is corrected to Hearn at line 136 , where it is a monosyllable : Hath lost us Heavn , and all this mighty host ; and conversely Heavn is corrected to Heaven at line 612 where it is disyllabic : Thir glory witherd ...
Page vii
... Lost , Book I , line 51 , vanquish❜d is corrected to vanquisht for it is a past participle : Lay vanquisht his horrid crew and conversely smoakt ( preterite ) is corrected to smoak'd : to him no temple stood Or altar smoak'd : Milton's ...
... Lost , Book I , line 51 , vanquish❜d is corrected to vanquisht for it is a past participle : Lay vanquisht his horrid crew and conversely smoakt ( preterite ) is corrected to smoak'd : to him no temple stood Or altar smoak'd : Milton's ...
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... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be belov'd of God , I have not lost To love , at least contemplat and admire What I see excellent in good , or fair , 370 375 380 Or vertuous , I should so have lost all sense . What ...
... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be belov'd of God , I have not lost To love , at least contemplat and admire What I see excellent in good , or fair , 370 375 380 Or vertuous , I should so have lost all sense . What ...
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