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... Give ear in time of need , Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Josephs seed , That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out - spread Shine forth , and from thy cloud give light , And on our foes thy dread . 2 ...
... Give ear in time of need , Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Josephs seed , That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out - spread Shine forth , and from thy cloud give light , And on our foes thy dread . 2 ...
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... give thee , count it thine To Till and keep , and of the Fruit to eate : Of every Tree that in the Garden growes Eate freely with glad heart ; fear here no dearth : But of the Tree whose operation brings Knowledg of good and ill , which ...
... give thee , count it thine To Till and keep , and of the Fruit to eate : Of every Tree that in the Garden growes Eate freely with glad heart ; fear here no dearth : But of the Tree whose operation brings Knowledg of good and ill , which ...
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... give for naught ; All these which in a moment thou behold'st , The Kingdoms of the world to thee I give ; For giv'n to me , I give to whom I please , No trifle ; yet with this reserve , not else , On this condition , if thou wilt fall ...
... give for naught ; All these which in a moment thou behold'st , The Kingdoms of the world to thee I give ; For giv'n to me , I give to whom I please , No trifle ; yet with this reserve , not else , On this condition , if thou wilt fall ...
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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 |