him to the highest mount;
2 Such one as that same mighty man of God
one > [a one]
man of God > (Moses, on Mount Sinai: see _Deut._ 33.1, _Exod._
24.18)
3 (That blood-red billows, like a walled front,
4 On either side disparted with his rod,
disparted > clove, parted asunder (see _Exod._ 14.21-2)
5 Till his army dry-foot through them yode)
yode > went
6 Dwelt forty days upon; where, written in stone
7 With bloody letters by the hand of God,
8 The bitter doom of death and baleful moan
doom > judgement, sentence
baleful > deadly, miserable
moan > {State of grief or lamentation}
9 He did receive, while flashing fire about him shone.
fire > (See _Deut._ 4.11)
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Or like that sacred hill, whose head full hie,
2 Adornd with fruitfull Oliues all arownd,
Is, as it were for endlesse memory
4 Of that deare Lord, who oft thereon was fownd,
For euer with a flowring girlond crownd:
6 Or like that pleasaunt Mount, that is for ay
Through famous Poets verse each where renownd,
8 On which the thrise three learned Ladies play
Their heauenly notes, and make full many a louely lay.
1 Or like that sacred hill, whose head full high
sacred hill > (The Mount of Olives; see e.g. _Luke_ 22.39 ff.)
full > exceedingly, very
2 (Adorned with fruitful olives all around)
olives > [olive-trees]
3 Is, as it were, for endless memory
memory > memorial
4 Of that dear Lord, who often thereon was found,
5 For ever with a flowering garland crowned:
6 Or like that pleasant mount, that is for ay
mount > (Mount Parnassus, in Phocis, sacred to Apollo and the nine
Muses)
ay > ever, always
7 Through famous poets' verse each where renowned,
each where > everywhere
8 On which the thrice three learned ladies play
9 Their heavenly notes, and make full many a lovely lay.
full many a lovely lay > [very many lovely songs]
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From thence, far off he vnto him did shew
2 A litle path, that was both steepe and long,
Which to a goodly Citie led his vew;
4 Whose wals and towres were builded high and strong
Of perle and precious stone, that earthly tong
6 Cannot describe, nor wit of man can tell;
Too high a ditty for my simple song;
8 The Citie of the great king hight it well,
Wherein eternall peace and happinesse doth dwell.
1 From thence, far off he to him did show
2 A little path,
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