The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1938 - 679 páginas |
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... Lord . Of many millions The populous rout I fear not though incamping round about They pitch against me their Pavillions . Rise Lord , save me my God for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek - bone all my foes , Of men abhor'd Hast ...
... Lord . Of many millions The populous rout I fear not though incamping round about They pitch against me their Pavillions . Rise Lord , save me my God for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek - bone all my foes , Of men abhor'd Hast ...
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... Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good Our Land shall forth in plenty throw Her fruits to be our food . 13 Before him Righteousness shall go His Royal Harbinger , * Then will he come , and not be slow His footsteps cannot err ...
... Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good Our Land shall forth in plenty throw Her fruits to be our food . 13 Before him Righteousness shall go His Royal Harbinger , * Then will he come , and not be slow His footsteps cannot err ...
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... Lord , And glorifie thy name . 10 For great thou art , and wonders great By thy strong hand are done , Thou in thy everlasting Seat Remainest God alone . II Teach me O Lord thy way most right , I in thy truth will bide , To fear thy ...
... Lord , And glorifie thy name . 10 For great thou art , and wonders great By thy strong hand are done , Thou in thy everlasting Seat Remainest God alone . II Teach me O Lord thy way most right , I in thy truth will bide , To fear thy ...
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