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
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...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...