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Page 313
... hand of Glorie where he sate , And the third sacred Morn began to shine Dawning through Heav'n : forth rush'd with whirlwind The Chariot of Paternal Deitie , [ sound Flashing thick flames , Wheele within Wheele undrawn , 751 It self ...
... hand of Glorie where he sate , And the third sacred Morn began to shine Dawning through Heav'n : forth rush'd with whirlwind The Chariot of Paternal Deitie , [ sound Flashing thick flames , Wheele within Wheele undrawn , 751 It self ...
Page 360
... hand Nothing imperfet or deficient left Of all that he Created , much less Man , Or aught that might his happie State secure , Secure from outward force ; within himself The danger ... hand her hand Soft ( 360 ) Paradise Lost . [ BK . IX .
... hand Nothing imperfet or deficient left Of all that he Created , much less Man , Or aught that might his happie State secure , Secure from outward force ; within himself The danger ... hand her hand Soft ( 360 ) Paradise Lost . [ BK . IX .
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... hand , graciously give me your favour , by whatsoever name you are called , whether you are to be my Damon , or with ... hand bestowed on you , an earnest , zealous hand , but as yet no sure poet's hand , while that poet , wandering ...
... hand , graciously give me your favour , by whatsoever name you are called , whether you are to be my Damon , or with ... hand bestowed on you , an earnest , zealous hand , but as yet no sure poet's hand , while that poet , wandering ...
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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 |