The Poetical Works of John MiltonOxford University Press, 1938 - 679 páginas |
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... pain ? where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From Faction ; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence , none , whose portion is so small Of present pain , that with ambitious mind Will covet ...
... pain ? where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From Faction ; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence , none , whose portion is so small Of present pain , that with ambitious mind Will covet ...
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... pain ? Who would not , finding way , break loose from Hell , Though thither doomd ? Thou wouldst thy self , no doubt , 890 And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain , where thou mightst hope to change Torment with ease ...
... pain ? Who would not , finding way , break loose from Hell , Though thither doomd ? Thou wouldst thy self , no doubt , 890 And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain , where thou mightst hope to change Torment with ease ...
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... pain , Insulting Angel , well thou knowst I stood Thy fiercest , when in Battel to thy aide The blasting volied Thunder made all speed And seconded thy else not dreaded Spear . But still thy words at random , as before , Argue thy ...
... pain , Insulting Angel , well thou knowst I stood Thy fiercest , when in Battel to thy aide The blasting volied Thunder made all speed And seconded thy else not dreaded Spear . But still thy words at random , as before , Argue thy ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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