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... bring The cheerfull Psaltry bring along And Harp with pleasant string . 3 Blow , as is wont , in the new Moon With Trumpets lofty sound , Th ' appointed time , the day wheron . Our solemn Feast comes round . 4 This was a Statute giv'n ...
... bring The cheerfull Psaltry bring along And Harp with pleasant string . 3 Blow , as is wont , in the new Moon With Trumpets lofty sound , Th ' appointed time , the day wheron . Our solemn Feast comes round . 4 This was a Statute giv'n ...
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... brings , and will voutsafe This day to be our Guest . But goe with speed , And what thy stores contain , bring forth and poure Abundance , fit to honour and receive Our Heav'nly stranger ; well we may afford Our givers thir own gifts ...
... brings , and will voutsafe This day to be our Guest . But goe with speed , And what thy stores contain , bring forth and poure Abundance , fit to honour and receive Our Heav'nly stranger ; well we may afford Our givers thir own gifts ...
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... bring to me Pirene . My soul is deeply stirred , is all aglow [ 10 ] with mysterious impulses , the madness of inspiration and holy sounds stir me to my deeps within . The god of Delos himself is coming- I see his locks twined with ...
... bring to me Pirene . My soul is deeply stirred , is all aglow [ 10 ] with mysterious impulses , the madness of inspiration and holy sounds stir me to my deeps within . The god of Delos himself is coming- I see his locks twined with ...
Contents
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 |