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 158von John Milton - 1820 - 305 SeitenVollansicht
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...ambitious, too intellectually and spiritually exacting for all but a few readers, this is intentional: still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience...far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers. (VII:30-33)24 For the fit few, there remains the sustaining sublimity of a vision that encompasses...