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... Father shon Substantially express'd , and in his face Divine compassion visibly appeerd , Love without end , and without measure Grace , Which uttering thus he to his Father spake . O Father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy ...
... Father shon Substantially express'd , and in his face Divine compassion visibly appeerd , Love without end , and without measure Grace , Which uttering thus he to his Father spake . O Father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy ...
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... Fathers might , To execute fierce vengeance on his foes , Not so on Man ; him through their malice fall'n , Father of Mercie and Grace , thou didst not doome So strictly , but much more to pitie encline : No sooner did thy dear and ...
... Fathers might , To execute fierce vengeance on his foes , Not so on Man ; him through their malice fall'n , Father of Mercie and Grace , thou didst not doome So strictly , but much more to pitie encline : No sooner did thy dear and ...
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... father to dear son on me larger demands are made . When , at your expense , best of fathers , the eloquence of Romulus's tongue was opened wide to me , and all its Latin graces , when there lay open to me the exalted [ 80 ] words of the ...
... father to dear son on me larger demands are made . When , at your expense , best of fathers , the eloquence of Romulus's tongue was opened wide to me , and all its Latin graces , when there lay open to me the exalted [ 80 ] words of the ...
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 |