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... leave Thy bosom , and this glorie next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly dye 240 Well pleas'd , on me let Death wreck all his rage ; Under his gloomie power I shall not long Lie vanquisht ; thou hast givn me to possess Life in ...
... leave Thy bosom , and this glorie next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly dye 240 Well pleas'd , on me let Death wreck all his rage ; Under his gloomie power I shall not long Lie vanquisht ; thou hast givn me to possess Life in ...
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... leave them , and expose thir Land , Thir Citie , his Temple , and his holy Ark With all his sacred things , a scorn and prey 340 To that proud Citie , whose high Walls thou saw'st Left in confusion , Babylon thence call'd . There in ...
... leave them , and expose thir Land , Thir Citie , his Temple , and his holy Ark With all his sacred things , a scorn and prey 340 To that proud Citie , whose high Walls thou saw'st Left in confusion , Babylon thence call'd . There in ...
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... leave in charge To teach all nations what of him they learn'd And his Salvation , them who shall beleeve Baptizing in the profluent stream , the signe Of washing them from guilt of sin to Life Pure , and in mind prepar'd , if so befall ...
... leave in charge To teach all nations what of him they learn'd And his Salvation , them who shall beleeve Baptizing in the profluent stream , the signe Of washing them from guilt of sin to Life Pure , and in mind prepar'd , if so befall ...
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 |