 She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.  The Poetical Works of John Milton - Sivu 238tekijä(t) John Milton - 1852Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | Betty Travitsky, Anne Lake Prescott - 2000 - 434 sivua
...All meanly wrapped in the rude manger lies; Nature, in awe to him, Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize; It was no season...for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour} 2 Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air 4. God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 5. The Magi... | |
 | Betty Travitsky, Anne Lake Prescott - 2000 - 440 sivua
...All meanly wrapped in the rude manger lies; Nature, in awe to him, Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize; It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.7 2 Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air 4. God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1084 sivua
...fair She woos the gentle Air To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow, And on her naked shame, 40 Pollute with sinful blame, The Saintly Veil of Maiden...eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities. in But he her fears to cease, 45 Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace; She crown'd with Olive green, came... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1012 sivua
...master so to sympathize: tit was no season then for her To wanton with the sun her lusty paramoue.0 Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,0 And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame,0 The saintly veil of maiden white to throw,0... | |
 | John Knowles Paine - 2004 - 188 sivua
...Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doff'd her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season...for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. So/o Soprano But he, her fears to cease Sent down the meek-eyed Peace; She, crown'd with olive green,... | |
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