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... sound and syllable mattered , every pause or silence be- tween sounds , he came to use spelling and punctuation delibe- rately to convey the sound , movement , and meaning of his lines . This alone is sufficient reason for giving a ...
... sound and syllable mattered , every pause or silence be- tween sounds , he came to use spelling and punctuation delibe- rately to convey the sound , movement , and meaning of his lines . This alone is sufficient reason for giving a ...
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... sound 475 Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd , That for the general safety he despis'd Of Thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a God Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n ...
... sound 475 Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd , That for the general safety he despis'd Of Thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a God Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n ...
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... sound of the syrinx , ' neath their loving mothers . Why did you , dread sea , coiled up in your roaring waters , so marvellously give strength to the fugitive ? Why were you flung back , holy Jordan , toward your silvery [ 15 ] ...
... sound of the syrinx , ' neath their loving mothers . Why did you , dread sea , coiled up in your roaring waters , so marvellously give strength to the fugitive ? Why were you flung back , holy Jordan , toward your silvery [ 15 ] ...
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 |