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 ...
The Latin speeches ended, the English thus beganHail native language, that by sinews weakDidst move my first endeavouring tongue to ...
Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa, rendred almost word for word without rime, according to the Latin measure, as ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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