The Works of John Milton, in Verse and Prose, Printed from the Original Editions with a Life of the Author, Volumen1

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W. Pickering, 1851
 

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Página 112 - and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple fleek; Sport that wrincled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Com, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftick toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee,
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Página 115 - Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend To win her Grace, whom all commend, There let Hymen oft appear In Saffron robe, with Taper clear, And pomp, and feaft, and revelry, With mafk, and antique Pageantry, Such fights as youthful Poets dream On
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