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Page 88
... peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard Gods Trophies , & his work pursu❜d , While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd , And Dunbarr feild resounds thy praises loud ...
... peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard Gods Trophies , & his work pursu❜d , While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd , And Dunbarr feild resounds thy praises loud ...
Page 105
... peace And to his Saints full dear , To his dear Saints he will speak peace , But let them never more Return to folly , but surcease To trespass as before . 9 Surely to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand And glory shall ere long ...
... peace And to his Saints full dear , To his dear Saints he will speak peace , But let them never more Return to folly , but surcease To trespass as before . 9 Surely to such as do him fear Salvation is at hand And glory shall ere long ...
Page 534
... peace ? what wind hath blown him hither I less conjecture then when first I saw The sumptuous Dalila floating this way : His habit carries peace , his brow defiance . Sam . Or peace or not , alike to me he comes . 1071 Chor . His ...
... peace ? what wind hath blown him hither I less conjecture then when first I saw The sumptuous Dalila floating this way : His habit carries peace , his brow defiance . Sam . Or peace or not , alike to me he comes . 1071 Chor . His ...
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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 |