 Whence and what art thou, execrable shape! That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates? through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee: Retire, or taste thy folly; and learn...  Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - الصفحة 144بواسطة John Milton - 1750عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Robert Bridges - 1924 - عدد الصفحات: 296
...Whence and what art thou, execrable shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated Front athwart my way To yonder Gates ? through them I mean to pass, — That be assured, without leave ask'd of thee : Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,... | |
 | John Milton - 1925 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...Whence and what art thou, execrable shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated Front athwart my way To yonder Gates ? through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave askt of thee: Retire, or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,... | |
 | John Milton - 1926 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...Whence and what art thou, execrable shape, That dar'sl, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated Front athwart my way To yonder Gates? through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave askt ofthee: Retire, or tasle thy folly, and learn by proof, HeU-born,... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - عدد الصفحات: 1432
...'Whence and what art thou, execrable Shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates? Through them I mean to vale ELIZABETHAN AND PURITAN PERIODS That be assured, without leave asked of thee. 685 Retire; or taste... | |
 | 1909 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...Whence and what art thou, execrable Shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof,... | |
 | John Martin Evans - 1996 - عدد الصفحات: 220
...Whence and what art thou, execrable shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated Front athwart my way To yonder Gates? through them I mean to pass, That be assur'd, without leave askt of thee: Retire, or last thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born,... | |
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