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Pagina 264
... lost them overplied In liberty's defense , my noble task , Of which all Europe talks from side to side . This thought might lead me through the world's vain masque , Content though blind , had I no better guide . from Paradise Lost BOOK ...
... lost them overplied In liberty's defense , my noble task , Of which all Europe talks from side to side . This thought might lead me through the world's vain masque , Content though blind , had I no better guide . from Paradise Lost BOOK ...
Pagina 470
... lost , and Deptford dock retires . Oh , what a concourse swarms on yonder key ! The sky re - echoes with new shouts of joy : By all this show , I ween , ' tis Lord May'r's day , I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy.— No , now I see ...
... lost , and Deptford dock retires . Oh , what a concourse swarms on yonder key ! The sky re - echoes with new shouts of joy : By all this show , I ween , ' tis Lord May'r's day , I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy.— No , now I see ...
Pagina 496
... lost ! The lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In every place is sought , but sought in vain : With such a prize no mortal must be blest , So Heaven decrees ! with Heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to the ...
... lost ! The lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In every place is sought , but sought in vain : With such a prize no mortal must be blest , So Heaven decrees ! with Heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to the ...
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