To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern... Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books - Seite 162von John Milton - 1820 - 305 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| John Milton, Merritt Yerkes Hughes - 2003 - 388 Seiten
...audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Baeehus and his Revellers, the Race Of that wild Rout that tore the Thracian...and Rocks had Ears 35 To rapture, till the savage clamor drown'd Both Harp and Voice; nor could the Muse defend Her Son. So fail not thou, who thee implores:... | |
| John Milton - 2003 - 1012 Seiten
...while thou Visit'st my slumbers nighdy, or when morn Purples the east: still govern thou my song, 30 Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive...far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race0 Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks... | |
| Margaret Kean - 2005 - 196 Seiten
...darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude;6 yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the East: still govern...far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rkodope* where woods and rocks... | |
| Gordon Teskey - 2006 - 238 Seiten
...asks his muse to ward off: But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope where woods and rocks had ears To rapture till the savage clamor drowned Both harp and voice. ^Paradise Lost 7.32-37 Milton adds that... | |
| Stephen Gill - 2006 - 417 Seiten
...crew of drunken revellers: But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice . . . (Paradise Lost, VII, 32-7) clamour... | |
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