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... comes forth into the open Air , to a place nigh , somewhat retir'd there to sit a while and bemoan his condition . Where he happens at length to be visited by certain friends and equals of his tribe , which make the Chorus , who seek to ...
... comes forth into the open Air , to a place nigh , somewhat retir'd there to sit a while and bemoan his condition . Where he happens at length to be visited by certain friends and equals of his tribe , which make the Chorus , who seek to ...
Page 534
... comes . 1071 Chor . His fraught we soon shall know , he now arrives . Har . I come not Samson , to condole thy chance , As these perhaps , yet wish it had not been , Though for no friendly intent . I am of Gath , Men call me Harapha ...
... comes . 1071 Chor . His fraught we soon shall know , he now arrives . Har . I come not Samson , to condole thy chance , As these perhaps , yet wish it had not been , Though for no friendly intent . I am of Gath , Men call me Harapha ...
Page 571
... come to you on the cool grass : come hither , come to me , and lay your bright rays [ i.e. your radiant head ] on my bosom . Where you lie , the gales , whispering softly round about us , will soothe our [ 90 ] bodies as they recline at ...
... come to you on the cool grass : come hither , come to me , and lay your bright rays [ i.e. your radiant head ] on my bosom . Where you lie , the gales , whispering softly round about us , will soothe our [ 90 ] bodies as they recline at ...
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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 |