 Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or Sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the Flowery brooks beneath That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...  Paradise Lost - Σελίδα 82των John Milton - 1896Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
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...the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear Spring, or shady Grove, or sunny Hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion...hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in Fate, So were I equalled with them in renown,... | |
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