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Page 55
... heard farthest Ile venter , for my new enliv'nd spirits Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off . SONG . Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet ...
... heard farthest Ile venter , for my new enliv'nd spirits Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off . SONG . Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet ...
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... heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine dayes they fell ; confounded Chaos roard , And ...
... heard th ' unsufferable noise , Hell saw Heav'n ruining from Heav'n and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine dayes they fell ; confounded Chaos roard , And ...
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... heard Now walking in the Garden , by soft windes Brought to thir Ears , while day declin'd , they heard , And from his presence hid themselves among The thickest Trees , both Man and Wife , till God Approaching , thus to Adam call'd ...
... heard Now walking in the Garden , by soft windes Brought to thir Ears , while day declin'd , they heard , And from his presence hid themselves among The thickest Trees , both Man and Wife , till God Approaching , thus to Adam call'd ...
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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 |