Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales |
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CONTENTS . PAGE PREFACE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX SUGGESTIONS ON THE
TEACHING OF ENGLISH . . SPENSER . . . . . . PROTHALAMION . . . . . . . . . . . . I
MILTON HYMN ON THE NATIVITY . . L ' ALLEGRO . . . . . . . IL PENSEROSO .
CONTENTS . PAGE PREFACE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX SUGGESTIONS ON THE
TEACHING OF ENGLISH . . SPENSER . . . . . . PROTHALAMION . . . . . . . . . . . . I
MILTON HYMN ON THE NATIVITY . . L ' ALLEGRO . . . . . . . IL PENSEROSO .
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Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast ;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change , ” & c . A Mayden ' s Song for her
dead Lover ( apud Brand ) : “ Come , you whose Loves are dead , And whilst I
sing ...
Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast ;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change , ” & c . A Mayden ' s Song for her
dead Lover ( apud Brand ) : “ Come , you whose Loves are dead , And whilst I
sing ...
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... tyde , Each one did make his Bryde Against their Brydale day , which is not
long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . . 180 MILTON . HYMN
ON THE NATIVITY . This is the SPENSER.
... tyde , Each one did make his Bryde Against their Brydale day , which is not
long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . . 180 MILTON . HYMN
ON THE NATIVITY . This is the SPENSER.
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HYMN ON THE NATIVITY . This is the month , and this the happy morn , Wherein
the Son of Heav ' ns eternal King , Of wedded Maid and Virgin mother born , Our
great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy Sages once did sing ...
HYMN ON THE NATIVITY . This is the month , and this the happy morn , Wherein
the Son of Heav ' ns eternal King , Of wedded Maid and Virgin mother born , Our
great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy Sages once did sing ...
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THE HYMN . It was the winter wilde , While the Heav ' n - born childe All meanly
wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in aw to him Had doff ' t her gawdy trim ,
With her great Master so to sympathize ; It was no season then for her To wanton
...
THE HYMN . It was the winter wilde , While the Heav ' n - born childe All meanly
wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in aw to him Had doff ' t her gawdy trim ,
With her great Master so to sympathize ; It was no season then for her To wanton
...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales |
| Editor | John Wesley Hales |
| Published | 1872 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
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