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... SONG On May morning . Now the bright morning Star , Dayes harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her The Flowry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip , and the pale Primrose . Hail bounteous May that ...
... SONG On May morning . Now the bright morning Star , Dayes harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her The Flowry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip , and the pale Primrose . Hail bounteous May that ...
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... Song loves Bacchus , Bacchus [ 15 ] loves songs . Apollo shrank not from wearing the green clusters of ivy berries , aye , shrank not from setting the ivy above his own laurel . Again and yet again on the Aonian Hills the ninefold ...
... Song loves Bacchus , Bacchus [ 15 ] loves songs . Apollo shrank not from wearing the green clusters of ivy berries , aye , shrank not from setting the ivy above his own laurel . Again and yet again on the Aonian Hills the ninefold ...
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... song divine , creation of the bard , for naught graces more finely than does song his heavenly source , his heavenly seed , his mind mortal in origin , for song still keeps holy [ 20 ] traces of Prometheus's fire . The gd above love ...
... song divine , creation of the bard , for naught graces more finely than does song his heavenly source , his heavenly seed , his mind mortal in origin , for song still keeps holy [ 20 ] traces of Prometheus's fire . The gd above love ...
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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 |