Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - Էջ 106John Milton - 1836 - 312 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
| Claude J. Summers, Ted-Larry Pebworth - 1995 - 254 էջ
...Gold, In honor to the World's great Author rise, Whether to deck with Clouds th'uncolor'd sky, Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling showers, 190 Rising...every Plant, in sign of Worship wave. Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow, 195 Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living... | |
| John Milton, Merritt Yerkes Hughes - 2003 - 388 էջ
...Gold, In honor to the World's great Author rise, Whether to deck with Clouds th' uncolor'd sky, Or wet the thirsty Earth with falling showers, 190 Rising...every Plant, in sign of Worship wave. Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow, 195 Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living... | |
| John Milton - 2003 - 1012 էջ
...sky, Or wet the thirsty eanh with falling showers, 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise.0 His praise ye winds, that from four quarters blow,...worship wave. Fountains and ye, that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living souls, ye birds, That singing... | |
| Elizabeth R. Lambert - 2003 - 228 էջ
...sound of wind in the trees, Richard began to recite Adam's morning hymn from Milton's Paradise Lost: His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow,...Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. 37 Laurence said that Jane rubbed him with vinegar and used other "vain methods of recalling his fleeting... | |
| Mary C. Fenton - 2006 - 254 էջ
...rise, Whether to deck with Clouds the uncolourd skie, Or wet the thirstie Earth with falling showers, Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise...every Plant, in sign of Worship wave. Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Joyn voices all ye living... | |
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