He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress... Miltons Allegro [und] Penseroso - Seite 20von John Milton - 1782 - 31 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Peter C. Herman - 1996 - 284 Seiten
...bore; His daughter she (in Saturn's reign, Such mixture was not held a stain) Oft in glimmering Bow'rs and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody...inmost grove. While yet there was no fear of Jove. (11. 22-30) The attempt to exculpate Melancholy's birth has, I think, about the same force as the speaker's... | |
 | Donald Burrows, Rosemary Dunhill, James Harris - 2002 - 1212 Seiten
...His Daughter, she:2 In Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers & glades He met her, and in Secret shades Of woody Ida's...inmost Grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. Song, Francescina. Come pensive Nun, devout & pure, Sober, stedfast, & demure, 1 Deleted text after... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 966 Seiten
...Thee bright-haired Vesta long of yore,0 To Military Saturn bore;0 His daughter she (in Saturn's reign, Such mixture was not held a stain) Oft in glimmering...Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove.0 30 Come pensive nun, devout and pure,0 Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1059 Seiten
...Vesta a virgin (fQ- II . lx. 52. 8-9) Such mixture was not held a stain). Oft in glimmering Bow'rs and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody...inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Come pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain,... | |
 | John Milton - 2006 - 68 Seiten
...Thee bright-haired Vesta long of yore To solitary Saturn bore; His daughter she; in Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers and glades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,... | |
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