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... evil dayes , On evil dayes though fall'n , and evil tongues ; In darkness , and with dangers compast round , And solitude ; yet not alone , while thou Visit'st my slumbers Nightly , or when Morn Purples the East : still govern thou my ...
... evil dayes , On evil dayes though fall'n , and evil tongues ; In darkness , and with dangers compast round , And solitude ; yet not alone , while thou Visit'st my slumbers Nightly , or when Morn Purples the East : still govern thou my ...
Page 368
... Evil ; Of good , how just ? of evil , if what is evil Be real , why not known , since easier shunnd ? God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just , not God ; not feard then , nor obeyd : Your feare it self of Death removes the ...
... Evil ; Of good , how just ? of evil , if what is evil Be real , why not known , since easier shunnd ? God therefore cannot hurt ye , and be just ; Not just , not God ; not feard then , nor obeyd : Your feare it self of Death removes the ...
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... evil hour thou didst give eare To that false Worm , of whomsoever taught To counterfet Mans voice , true in our Fall , False in our promis'd Rising ; since our Eyes Op'nd we find indeed , and find we know Both Good and Evil , Good lost ...
... evil hour thou didst give eare To that false Worm , of whomsoever taught To counterfet Mans voice , true in our Fall , False in our promis'd Rising ; since our Eyes Op'nd we find indeed , and find we know Both Good and Evil , Good lost ...
Contents
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
Copyright | |
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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 |