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Page 34
... voice was like a trumpet thundering ; Upon his head he wore of laurel green A garland , fresh and beauteous to be seen : And on his hand he bare , for his delight , An eagle tame , as any lily white ; About him ran and played their ...
... voice was like a trumpet thundering ; Upon his head he wore of laurel green A garland , fresh and beauteous to be seen : And on his hand he bare , for his delight , An eagle tame , as any lily white ; About him ran and played their ...
Page 50
... voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes Tnd whistles in his sound . Last scene of all , Ahat ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans every ...
... voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes Tnd whistles in his sound . Last scene of all , Ahat ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans every ...
Page 60
... rather , pure etherial stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the Sun , Before the Heavens thou wert ; and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , did invest The rising world of waters , dark and deep , 60 MILTON .
... rather , pure etherial stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the Sun , Before the Heavens thou wert ; and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , did invest The rising world of waters , dark and deep , 60 MILTON .
Page 62
... voice , and add thy name O Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down , Warring in Heaven against ...
... voice , and add thy name O Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down , Warring in Heaven against ...
Page 71
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear ...
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear ...
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