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... dark assaults his eare With loudest vehemence : thither he plyes , Undaunted to meet there what ever power Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss 955 Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes ...
... dark assaults his eare With loudest vehemence : thither he plyes , Undaunted to meet there what ever power Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss 955 Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes ...
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... dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I re - visit now with bolder wing , Escap't the Stygian Pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness ...
... dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I re - visit now with bolder wing , Escap't the Stygian Pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness ...
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... dark in light expos'd To daily fraud , contempt , abuse and wrong , Within doors , or without , still as a fool , In power of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live , dead more then half . O dark , dark , dark , amid the ...
... dark in light expos'd To daily fraud , contempt , abuse and wrong , Within doors , or without , still as a fool , In power of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live , dead more then half . O dark , dark , dark , amid the ...
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 |