The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1938 - 679 pages |
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Page 226
... less and with less hostile din , 1040 That Satan with less toil , and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light And like a weather - beaten Vessel holds Gladly the Port , though Shrouds and Tackle torn ; Or in the emptier ...
... less and with less hostile din , 1040 That Satan with less toil , and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light And like a weather - beaten Vessel holds Gladly the Port , though Shrouds and Tackle torn ; Or in the emptier ...
Page 268
... Less pain , less to be fled , or thou then they Less hardie to endure ? courageous Chief , The first in flight from pain , had'st thou alleg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight , Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive . 910 ...
... Less pain , less to be fled , or thou then they Less hardie to endure ? courageous Chief , The first in flight from pain , had'st thou alleg'd To thy deserted host this cause of flight , Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive . 910 ...
Page 347
... less exact . For well I understand in the prime end Of Nature her th ' inferiour , in the mind And inward Faculties , which most excell , In outward also her resembling less His Image who made both , and less expressing The character of ...
... less exact . For well I understand in the prime end Of Nature her th ' inferiour , in the mind And inward Faculties , which most excell , In outward also her resembling less His Image who made both , and less expressing The character of ...
Contents
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
2 | 97 |
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