Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 oldal |
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... whose name , together with that of the late Lord CANNING , will be associated the social and political regeneration of India , and the final justification of British rule in that country . Lancaster , Nov. 24 , 1862 . LAND IN INDIA ...
... whose name , together with that of the late Lord CANNING , will be associated the social and political regeneration of India , and the final justification of British rule in that country . Lancaster , Nov. 24 , 1862 . LAND IN INDIA ...
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Bethany Campbell. WHOSE LITTLE GIRL ARE YOU ? " Pain , heartbreak , despair and courage : Bethany Campbell explores them all in Whose Little Girl Are You ?, a suspense novel that builds to a shattering finale . Bethany Campbell is a ...
Bethany Campbell. WHOSE LITTLE GIRL ARE YOU ? " Pain , heartbreak , despair and courage : Bethany Campbell explores them all in Whose Little Girl Are You ?, a suspense novel that builds to a shattering finale . Bethany Campbell is a ...
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... Whose I Am” also included all the contents of “Whose I Am and Who I Serve”. It took the Lord another year after completion, and wise counsel to reveal the need to divide it into two books. It also would have never been completed without ...
... Whose I Am” also included all the contents of “Whose I Am and Who I Serve”. It took the Lord another year after completion, and wise counsel to reveal the need to divide it into two books. It also would have never been completed without ...
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Confessions of Teenagers Aginetta Mulima. Whose. to. say. Whose to say... Whose to say that I am naive? Our voices only murmur among their un-sufficient reasons There it was. Stealing the day Choking into the night It stole from us Pulled ...
Confessions of Teenagers Aginetta Mulima. Whose. to. say. Whose to say... Whose to say that I am naive? Our voices only murmur among their un-sufficient reasons There it was. Stealing the day Choking into the night It stole from us Pulled ...
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... Whose food is this,. This is a cow's hay. A cow has four stomachs. She swallows hay and grass without chewing very much. Later, the cow burps up the food and chews it more. She swallows it again, and it goes to another stomach. Lots of ...
... Whose food is this,. This is a cow's hay. A cow has four stomachs. She swallows hay and grass without chewing very much. Later, the cow burps up the food and chews it more. She swallows it again, and it goes to another stomach. Lots of ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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124. oldal - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
88. oldal - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
121. oldal - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
251. oldal - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
44. oldal - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
7. oldal - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
32. oldal - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
147. oldal - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
208. oldal - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
25. oldal - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.