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Page 591
... holy wood , shady dells on Parnassus . Do not you look down on song divine , creation of the bard , for naught graces more finely than does song his heavenly source , his heavenly seed , his mind mortal in origin , for song still keeps holy ...
... holy wood , shady dells on Parnassus . Do not you look down on song divine , creation of the bard , for naught graces more finely than does song his heavenly source , his heavenly seed , his mind mortal in origin , for song still keeps holy ...
Page 593
... holy race , and among its peoples [ 5 ] God was king , a king of great might . The sea saw it , and humbly , coiled up in its roaring waters , gave strength to the fugitive , and the holy Jordan was flung violently back towards its ...
... holy race , and among its peoples [ 5 ] God was king , a king of great might . The sea saw it , and humbly , coiled up in its roaring waters , gave strength to the fugitive , and the holy Jordan was flung violently back towards its ...
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... holy Bacchic dances , known to all the world as the sky revolves through the immeasurable cycles of time , aye , destined to be famous into endless ages ? Strophe 2 . My one prayer is that some god , or some one born of a god , pitying ...
... holy Bacchic dances , known to all the world as the sky revolves through the immeasurable cycles of time , aye , destined to be famous into endless ages ? Strophe 2 . My one prayer is that some god , or some one born of a god , pitying ...
Contents
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 |