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... spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence , That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize , 790 And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o're thy ...
... spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence , That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize , 790 And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o're thy ...
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... Spirits that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure , thence raise At least distemperd , discontented thoughts , Vaine hopes , vaine aimes , inordinate desires Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride . Him thus ...
... Spirits that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from Rivers pure , thence raise At least distemperd , discontented thoughts , Vaine hopes , vaine aimes , inordinate desires Blown up with high conceits ingendring pride . Him thus ...
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... Spirits aspire , to animal , To intellectual , give both life and sense , Fansie and understanding , whence the ... Spirit , Improv'd by tract of time , and wingd ascend Ethereal , as wee , or may at choice 495 Here or in Heav'nly ...
... Spirits aspire , to animal , To intellectual , give both life and sense , Fansie and understanding , whence the ... Spirit , Improv'd by tract of time , and wingd ascend Ethereal , as wee , or may at choice 495 Here or in Heav'nly ...
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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 |