The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1938 - 679 pages |
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... Grace , Which uttering thus he to his Father spake . O Father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy sovran sentence , that Man should find grace ; For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll Thy praises , with th ' innumerable ...
... Grace , Which uttering thus he to his Father spake . O Father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy sovran sentence , that Man should find grace ; For which both Heav'n and Earth shall high extoll Thy praises , with th ' innumerable ...
Page 232
... grace Elect above the rest ; so is my will : The rest shall hear me call , and oft be warnd Thir sinful state , and to appease betimes Th ' incensed Deitie while offerd grace Invites ; for I will cleer thir senses dark , What may ...
... grace Elect above the rest ; so is my will : The rest shall hear me call , and oft be warnd Thir sinful state , and to appease betimes Th ' incensed Deitie while offerd grace Invites ; for I will cleer thir senses dark , What may ...
Page 339
... Grace Divine Imbu'd , bring to thir sweetness no satietie . To whom thus Raphael answer'd heav'nly meek . Nor are thy lips ungraceful , Sire of men , Nor tongue ineloquent ; for God on thee Abundantly his gifts hath also pour'd Inward ...
... Grace Divine Imbu'd , bring to thir sweetness no satietie . To whom thus Raphael answer'd heav'nly meek . Nor are thy lips ungraceful , Sire of men , Nor tongue ineloquent ; for God on thee Abundantly his gifts hath also pour'd Inward ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
2 | 97 |
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