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635 Under his special eye Abstemious I grew up and thriv'd amain ; He led me on
to mightiest deeds Above the nerve of mortal arm Against th ' uncircumcis'd , our
enemies : 640 But now hath cast me off as never known , And to those cruel ...
635 Under his special eye Abstemious I grew up and thriv'd amain ; He led me on
to mightiest deeds Above the nerve of mortal arm Against th ' uncircumcis'd , our
enemies : 640 But now hath cast me off as never known , And to those cruel ...
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875 I before all the daughters of my tribe And of my nation chose thee from
among My enemies , lov'd thee , as too well ... Net out of levity , but over - power'd
880 By thy request , who could deny thee nothing ; Yet now am judg'd an enemy .
875 I before all the daughters of my tribe And of my nation chose thee from
among My enemies , lov'd thee , as too well ... Net out of levity , but over - power'd
880 By thy request , who could deny thee nothing ; Yet now am judg'd an enemy .
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Presume not on thy God , whate'er he be , Thee he regards not , owns not , hath
cut off Quite from his people , and deliver'd up Into thy enemies ' hand , permitted
them To put out both thine eyes , and fetter'd send thee Into the common prison ...
Presume not on thy God , whate'er he be , Thee he regards not , owns not , hath
cut off Quite from his people , and deliver'd up Into thy enemies ' hand , permitted
them To put out both thine eyes , and fetter'd send thee Into the common prison ...
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Let us go find the body where it lies 1725 Sok'd in his enemies ' blood , and from
the stream With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off The clotted gore . I with
what speed the while ( Gaza is not in plight to say us nay ) Will send for all my ...
Let us go find the body where it lies 1725 Sok'd in his enemies ' blood , and from
the stream With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off The clotted gore . I with
what speed the while ( Gaza is not in plight to say us nay ) Will send for all my ...
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Wearied I am with sighing out my days , Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea ;
My bed I water with my tears ; mine eye Through grief consumes , is waxen old
and dark I'th ' midst of all mine enemies that mark . 15 Depart all ye that work ...
Wearied I am with sighing out my days , Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea ;
My bed I water with my tears ; mine eye Through grief consumes , is waxen old
and dark I'th ' midst of all mine enemies that mark . 15 Depart all ye that work ...
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Page 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
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Page 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
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Page 102 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
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| Title | The Works of the English Poets: Milton Volume 5 of The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Charles Bathurst |
| Author | Samuel Johnson |
| Contributors | H. Hughs, Charles Bathurst |
| Publisher | H. Hughs, 1779 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
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