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Page 276
... praise him in thy Spheare While day arises , that sweet hour of Prime . Thou Sun , of this great World both Eye and Soule , Acknowledge him thy Greater , sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , 170 And when ...
... praise him in thy Spheare While day arises , that sweet hour of Prime . Thou Sun , of this great World both Eye and Soule , Acknowledge him thy Greater , sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , 170 And when ...
Page 277
... praise . His praise ye Winds , that from four Quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye Pines , With every Plant , in sign of Worship wave . Fountains and yee , that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs ...
... praise . His praise ye Winds , that from four Quarters blow , Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye Pines , With every Plant , in sign of Worship wave . Fountains and yee , that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs ...
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... praise , if always praise unmixt ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A miscellaneous rabble , who extol Things vulgar , & well weigh'd , scarce worth the praise , They praise and they admire they know not what ; And know not ...
... praise , if always praise unmixt ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A miscellaneous rabble , who extol Things vulgar , & well weigh'd , scarce worth the praise , They praise and they admire they know not what ; And know not ...
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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 |