Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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... Satan , whom now transcendent glory raised Above his fellows , with monarchal pride Conscious of highest worth , unmoved thus spake ; ' O Progeny of heav'n , empyreal Thrones , With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us , though ...
... Satan , whom now transcendent glory raised Above his fellows , with monarchal pride Conscious of highest worth , unmoved thus spake ; ' O Progeny of heav'n , empyreal Thrones , With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us , though ...
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... Satan turning boldly , thus : ' Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos and ancient Night , I come no spy , With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your realm , but by constraint Wand'ring this darksome ...
... Satan turning boldly , thus : ' Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos and ancient Night , I come no spy , With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your realm , but by constraint Wand'ring this darksome ...
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... 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 waste , resembling air , Weighs his spread ...
... 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 waste , resembling air , Weighs his spread ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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