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... Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with thee , Wondrous indeed , if cause of such effects ... Fruit Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate , Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire ? To whom thus Eve yet ...
... Fruit be here to excess , The credit of whose vertue rest with thee , Wondrous indeed , if cause of such effects ... Fruit Of all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate , Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire ? To whom thus Eve yet ...
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... Fruit Divine , Fair to the Eye , inviting to the Taste , Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then 775 To reach , and feed at once both Bodie and Mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit , she pluck'd ...
... Fruit Divine , Fair to the Eye , inviting to the Taste , Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then 775 To reach , and feed at once both Bodie and Mind ? So saying , her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit , she pluck'd ...
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... Fruit like that Which grew in Paradise , the bait of Eve Us'd by the Tempter : on that prospect strange Thir earnest eyes they fix'd , imagining For one forbidden Tree a multitude Now ris'n , to work them furder woe or shame ; Yet ...
... Fruit like that Which grew in Paradise , the bait of Eve Us'd by the Tempter : on that prospect strange Thir earnest eyes they fix'd , imagining For one forbidden Tree a multitude Now ris'n , to work them furder woe or shame ; Yet ...
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A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
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Adam Antistrophe arms behold Boötes bright call'd called Clouds dark daughter Death deep divine doth dwell Earth evil eyes fair farr Father Faunus fear fire Fruit glory goddess gods golden grace hand hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hence Hill holy honour John Milton Jove King L'All land Latin light live Lord Lycidas mihi Moab Muses neath night nymphs o're P.-Sylv P.L. ii P.L. vii P.L. xi P.R. iii Paradise PARADISE LOST Parthian peace Pens poem praise quæ rebel angels repli'd round S.Ag Satan Serpent shade shalt sight sing Skie skies song Sonn soul spake Spirits stars stood sweet Sylv Thebes thee thence Thessaly thine things thir thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue viii voice Warr wind wings wont words Zeus
References to this book
Romanticism Writing and Sexual Difference: Essays on the Prelude Mary Jacobus No preview available - 1994 |