Il Penseroso (John Milton Poems)
Hence, vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!How little you bestedOr fill the fixed mind with all your ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!How little you bestedOr fill the fixed mind with all your ...
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
I.Who pipes upon the long green hill, Where meadow grass is deep?The white lamb bleats but followeth on— Follow the clean white ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
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