 | Deborah Elise White - 2000 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...Hebraic poetry as well as a recollection of the remainder of that power in Milton's poetry: ". . . beyond the stormy Hebrides, / Where thou perhaps under...tide / visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world" (Lycidas, 156-58). Recognizing Milton in the highlands, so to speak, makes the allegorical function... | |
 | Kent Gramm - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 350
...so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er...to our moist vows denied. Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded Mount 296 Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;... | |
 | Duncan Wu - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 189
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 | Joseph Loewenstein - 2010 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...poet wonders Whether lx?yond the stormy Hebrides Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit st the bottom of the monstrous world; Or whether thou...to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old. Where the great vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold.... | |
 | John Ruskin - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 244
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 | Joseph Loewenstein - 2010 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...poet wonders Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit 'st the bottom of the monstrous world; Or whether thou to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable ofBellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold.... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - عدد الصفحات: 1084
...surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, 155 Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps...to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, 160 Where the great vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2003 - عدد الصفحات: 244
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Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me ! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the... 
