Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A Latin Epitaph ascribed to Milton with Cowper's opinion of itW. Mason, 1810 |
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... sing a hymn of triumph . Jesus is led up by the Spirit into the wilderness , while he is meditating on the commencement of his great office of Saviour of Mankind . Pursuing his meditations he nar- rates , in a soliloquy , what divine ...
... sing a hymn of triumph . Jesus is led up by the Spirit into the wilderness , while he is meditating on the commencement of his great office of Saviour of Mankind . Pursuing his meditations he nar- rates , in a soliloquy , what divine ...
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... sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind , By one Man's firm obedience fully tried Through all temptation , and the Tempter foil'd , In all his wiles , defeated and repuls'd , And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness . Thou Spirit , who ...
... sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind , By one Man's firm obedience fully tried Through all temptation , and the Tempter foil'd , In all his wiles , defeated and repuls'd , And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness . Thou Spirit , who ...
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... singing , while the hand Sung with the voice , and this the argument . Victory and triumph to the Son of God , Now entering his great duel , not of arms , But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles ! The Father knows the Son ; therefore ...
... singing , while the hand Sung with the voice , and this the argument . Victory and triumph to the Son of God , Now entering his great duel , not of arms , But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles ! The Father knows the Son ; therefore ...
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... sing The vices of their Deities , and their own , In fable , hymn , or song , so personating Their Gods ridiculous , and themselves past shame . Remove their swelling epithets , thick laid As varnish on a harlot's cheek , the rest ...
... sing The vices of their Deities , and their own , In fable , hymn , or song , so personating Their Gods ridiculous , and themselves past shame . Remove their swelling epithets , thick laid As varnish on a harlot's cheek , the rest ...
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... sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the parching wind , Without the meed of some melodious tear . VOL . IV . N Begin then , Sisters of ...
... sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the parching wind , Without the meed of some melodious tear . VOL . IV . N Begin then , Sisters of ...
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Angels Arethuse arms aught behold bright Brother call'd canst captive Chorus Comus Cowper Dagon Dalila dark death deeds delight desart divine dost doth dread dwell earth enemies eyes fair fame fantastick father fear feast foes Gath glorious glory Gods grace hand Harapha hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Israel Jehovah Jesus king kingdom Lady light Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah Milton mind mortal musick never night numbers Nymphs o'er once PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace pearls of dew Philistines praise PSALM publick quire reign river Jordan round Samson SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seek shades shalt shame Shepherd sight sing Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stood strength sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself translated truth vex'd virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings
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