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Page 55
... Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet - imbroider'd vale Where the love - lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well . Canst thou not ...
... Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green , And in the violet - imbroider'd vale Where the love - lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well . Canst thou not ...
Page 262
... Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest Birds ; pleasant the Sun When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flour , Glistring with dew ; fragrant the ...
... Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest Birds ; pleasant the Sun When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams , on herb , tree , fruit , and flour , Glistring with dew ; fragrant the ...
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... sweet , Nor God , nor Man ; is Knowledge so despis'd ? Or envie , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will ... Sweet of thy self , but much more sweet thus cropt , Forbidd'n here , it seems , as onely fit For God's , yet able ...
... sweet , Nor God , nor Man ; is Knowledge so despis'd ? Or envie , or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will ... Sweet of thy self , but much more sweet thus cropt , Forbidd'n here , it seems , as onely fit For God's , yet able ...
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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
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Romanticism Writing and Sexual Difference: Essays on the Prelude Mary Jacobus No preview available - 1994 |