The poetical works of John Milton: ed. with memoir, intr. [&c.] by D. Masson, Том 31882 |
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Adam adjective Amphibrach ancient Angels Bethabara Blank Verse Book Cæsura called Chaos Chor Christ's Comus Corineus Dactyl Dagon daughter death divine drama Earth English epic Euripides father glory goddess gods Greek hast hath Heaven Hell honour Iambic Iambus Introd Italian Jupiter Keightley King L'Allegro Latin legend lines Locrine lords Lycidas meaning metre metrical Milton Milton's poetry mind Muse occurs once original edition Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Parthian passage peculiar perhaps Philistines phrase poet poetical prose Psalm rhyme river Roman round Sams Samson Agonistes Satan Scripture sense Shakespeare shalt song Sonnet speech spelling spelt Spenser spheres Spirit Spondee stanza star strength supposed syllable syntax Temptation Thammuz thee Theocritus things thou art thought throne tion Tragedy trisyllabic Trochee verb Warton whole word writers
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