Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise. Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton - Стр. 139 авторы: John Milton - 1746 - Страниц: 378 Полный просмотр -
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