The Course of Time: A Poem, in Ten BooksC. Wells, 1839 - Всего страниц: 248 |
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... holy use might turn , Still pressed them on to leave what rather seemed Pleasure , due only when all duty's done . And now beneath them lay the wished for spot , The sacred bower of that renowned bard ; That ancient bard , ancient in ...
... holy use might turn , Still pressed them on to leave what rather seemed Pleasure , due only when all duty's done . And now beneath them lay the wished for spot , The sacred bower of that renowned bard ; That ancient bard , ancient in ...
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... holy plant . To root it out , and wither it from earth , Hell strove with all its strength , and blew with all Its blasts ; and Sin , with cold , consumptive breath , Involved it still in clouds of mortal damp . Yet did it grow , thus ...
... holy plant . To root it out , and wither it from earth , Hell strove with all its strength , and blew with all Its blasts ; and Sin , with cold , consumptive breath , Involved it still in clouds of mortal damp . Yet did it grow , thus ...
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... holy , and as thou art , pure , and not A temple where her glory ever dwells , Where burns her fires , and beams her perfect eye ? Kindred to this , part of this holy flame , Was youthful love the sweetest boon of Earth . Hail love ...
... holy , and as thou art , pure , and not A temple where her glory ever dwells , Where burns her fires , and beams her perfect eye ? Kindred to this , part of this holy flame , Was youthful love the sweetest boon of Earth . Hail love ...
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age to age angels bard beneath blasphemy bliss blood blood divine breath burning chariots of fire curse damned dark death deeds deep divine drank earth earthly endless endless pain eternal everlasting evermore face fair faith fear fell fools gave gazed glorious glory God's grace grew groan hand happiness harp hast heard heart heaven heavenly hell hills holy honour hope horrid immortal infinite Jehovah light living looked loud lyre mercy Messiah morn mortal mortal vision ne'er night numbers o'er Omnipotent peace praise pride redeemed retired righteous ROBERT POLLOK rolled rose round sacred saints Satan seemed seen seraph sighs sight sincere sing smiled song sought soul stars stood sung sweet taught tears thee things thou thought throne thunders took truth Twas utter vale virtue voice walked weep wicked winds wing wisdom wished withered wonder words wrath youth