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... till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - formd , and why In this infernal Vale first met thou callst Mee Father , and that Fantasm callst my Son ? I know thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable then ...
... till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - formd , and why In this infernal Vale first met thou callst Mee Father , and that Fantasm callst my Son ? I know thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable then ...
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... till now , and pin'd with vain desire , Had not a voice thus warnd me , What thou seest , What there thou seest fair Creature is thy self , With thee it came and goes : but follow me , And I will bring thee where no shadow staies Thy ...
... till now , and pin'd with vain desire , Had not a voice thus warnd me , What thou seest , What there thou seest fair Creature is thy self , With thee it came and goes : but follow me , And I will bring thee where no shadow staies Thy ...
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... till in his rage Persuing whom he late dismissd , the Sea Swallows him with his Host , but them lets pass As on drie land between two crystal walls , Aw'd by the rod of Moses so to stand Divided , till his rescu'd gain thir shoar : Such ...
... till in his rage Persuing whom he late dismissd , the Sea Swallows him with his Host , but them lets pass As on drie land between two crystal walls , Aw'd by the rod of Moses so to stand Divided , till his rescu'd gain thir shoar : Such ...
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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