Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
CHAP. I. I. HOW sits this city, late most populous, Thus solitary, and like a widow thus ? Amplest of nations, queen of ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary,that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
1 How is the gold become dim! How is the most fine gold changed!The stones of the sanctuary are poured out ...
Holy resolutions.ver. 93O that thy statutes every hourMight dwell upon my mind!Thence I derive a quick'ning power,And daily peace I ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
A complaint against persecutors. And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, ...
Persecutors punished. Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as ...
The folly of persecutors. Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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