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... [ Latin on p . 140. ] James [ our King ] derided the fires that purge the soul , without whose aid the house of them that dwell above is not to be ap- proached ! This made the Latin monster , with its triple crown , gnash its teeth , and ...
... [ Latin on p . 140. ] James [ our King ] derided the fires that purge the soul , without whose aid the house of them that dwell above is not to be ap- proached ! This made the Latin monster , with its triple crown , gnash its teeth , and ...
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... [ Latin on p . 141. ] The other Leonora captured Torquato , the poet ; for mad love of her he surrendered , of reason reft . Ah , poor unhappy man , how much more blessedly had he been destroyed in your times , Leonora , [ 5 ] and because ...
... [ Latin on p . 141. ] The other Leonora captured Torquato , the poet ; for mad love of her he surrendered , of reason reft . Ah , poor unhappy man , how much more blessedly had he been destroyed in your times , Leonora , [ 5 ] and because ...
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... [ Latin on p . 142. ] Translated by SAMUEL LEE WOLFF ' WHO provided ' Salmasius with his Hundred , And taught the magpie to attempt our words ? His Master of Arts was his ' guts ' , and Jacobuses One Hundred , the guts of the exiled ...
... [ Latin on p . 142. ] Translated by SAMUEL LEE WOLFF ' WHO provided ' Salmasius with his Hundred , And taught the magpie to attempt our words ? His Master of Arts was his ' guts ' , and Jacobuses One Hundred , the guts of the exiled ...
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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 |