The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1853 |
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Pagina 81
... Of his chamber in the east . Meanwhile welcome Joy , and Feast , Midnight Shout and Revelry , Tipsy Dance and Jollity . Braid your locks with rosy twine , Dropping odours , dropping wine . Rigour now is gone to bed , And Advice with ...
... Of his chamber in the east . Meanwhile welcome Joy , and Feast , Midnight Shout and Revelry , Tipsy Dance and Jollity . Braid your locks with rosy twine , Dropping odours , dropping wine . Rigour now is gone to bed , And Advice with ...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton: Edited, with Memoir ..., Volume 3 John Milton Volledige weergave - 1903 |
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