PoemsScolar P., 1970 - 118 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 187
... Hell Receive thy new Possessor : One who brings , A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time . The mind is its own place , and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell , a Hell of Heav'n . What matter where , if I be still the same , 255 And ...
... Hell Receive thy new Possessor : One who brings , A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time . The mind is its own place , and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell , a Hell of Heav'n . What matter where , if I be still the same , 255 And ...
الصفحة 218
... Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n . To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd , Art thou that Traitor Angel , art thou hee , Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith , till then Unbrok'n , and in proud rebellious Arms ...
... Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n . To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd , Art thou that Traitor Angel , art thou hee , Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith , till then Unbrok'n , and in proud rebellious Arms ...
الصفحة 316
... Hell heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine dayes they fell ; confounded Chaos roard ...
... Hell heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine dayes they fell ; confounded Chaos roard ...
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A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
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