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Page 203
... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his Throne it self Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against ...
... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his Throne it self Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against ...
Page 407
... Fire , as late the Clouds Justling or pusht with Winds rude in thir shock Tine the slant Lightning , whose thwart flame driv'n down Kindles the gummie bark of Firr or Pine , 1076 And sends a comfortable heat from farr , Which might ...
... Fire , as late the Clouds Justling or pusht with Winds rude in thir shock Tine the slant Lightning , whose thwart flame driv'n down Kindles the gummie bark of Firr or Pine , 1076 And sends a comfortable heat from farr , Which might ...
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... Fire , By day a Cloud , by night a Pillar of Fire , To guide them in thir journey , and remove Behinde them , while th ' obdurat King pursues : All night he will pursue , but his approach Darkness defends between till morning Watch ...
... Fire , By day a Cloud , by night a Pillar of Fire , To guide them in thir journey , and remove Behinde them , while th ' obdurat King pursues : All night he will pursue , but his approach Darkness defends between till morning Watch ...
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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 |