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... soon Would higth recal high thoughts , how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void . For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep ...
... soon Would higth recal high thoughts , how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void . For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep ...
Page 305
... soon contemnd , Since now we find this our Empyreal form Incapable of mortal injurie Imperishable , and though peirc'd with wound , Soon closing , and by native vigour heal'd . 435 Of evil then so small as easie think The remedie ( 305 ) ...
... soon contemnd , Since now we find this our Empyreal form Incapable of mortal injurie Imperishable , and though peirc'd with wound , Soon closing , and by native vigour heal'd . 435 Of evil then so small as easie think The remedie ( 305 ) ...
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... Soon banded ; others from the dawning Hills Lookd round , and Scouts each Coast light - armed scoure , Each quarter , to descrie the distant foe , 530 Where lodg'd , or whither fled , or if for fight , In motion or in alt : him soon ...
... Soon banded ; others from the dawning Hills Lookd round , and Scouts each Coast light - armed scoure , Each quarter , to descrie the distant foe , 530 Where lodg'd , or whither fled , or if for fight , In motion or in alt : him soon ...
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A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
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References to this book
Romanticism Writing and Sexual Difference: Essays on the Prelude Mary Jacobus No preview available - 1994 |