 | John Milton - 1923 - 332 σελίδες
..."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,... | |
 | Robert Bridges - 1924 - 296 σελίδες
...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 - 450 σελίδες
...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 - 412 σελίδες
...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 - 1432 σελίδες
...'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... | |
 | Evert Mordecai Clark - 1930 - 696 σελίδες
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 | John Milton - 1930 - 1150 σελίδες
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 | Robert Shafer - 1931 - 774 σελίδες
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 | John Milton - 1936 - 686 σελίδες
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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... 
