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... soon , Men hold so dear : " Why , let him take ( said he ) the Government ; " And let Me yet the Name , the Title bear . " Leave Me that Shew , and I will be content ; " And let them Rule and Govern without Fear . " What ! can they not ...
... soon , Men hold so dear : " Why , let him take ( said he ) the Government ; " And let Me yet the Name , the Title bear . " Leave Me that Shew , and I will be content ; " And let them Rule and Govern without Fear . " What ! can they not ...
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... bless'd remain'd , till man did find Ev'n his own helper's company . As soon as two , alas ! together join'd , The serpent made up three . Though God himself , through countless ages , thee His 34 COWLEY . Ode on Solitude.
... bless'd remain'd , till man did find Ev'n his own helper's company . As soon as two , alas ! together join'd , The serpent made up three . Though God himself , through countless ages , thee His 34 COWLEY . Ode on Solitude.
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... Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour , Friendliest to sleep and silence , he resolv'd , With all his legions , to dislodge , and leave Unworshipp'd , unobey'd , the throne supreme , Contemptuous ; and his next subordinate ...
... Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour , Friendliest to sleep and silence , he resolv'd , With all his legions , to dislodge , and leave Unworshipp'd , unobey'd , the throne supreme , Contemptuous ; and his next subordinate ...
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... soon expect to feel His thunder on thy head , devouring fire . Then , who created thee lamenting learn , When , who can uncreate thee , thou shalt know . ' " So spake the seraph Abdiel , faithful found , Among the faithless , faithful ...
... soon expect to feel His thunder on thy head , devouring fire . Then , who created thee lamenting learn , When , who can uncreate thee , thou shalt know . ' " So spake the seraph Abdiel , faithful found , Among the faithless , faithful ...
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... soon each milder thought . High on the midst , exalted as a god , The apostate in his sun - bright chariot sat . Idol of majesty divine , enclos'd With flaming cherubim , and golden shields ; Then lighted from his gorgeous throne , for ...
... soon each milder thought . High on the midst , exalted as a god , The apostate in his sun - bright chariot sat . Idol of majesty divine , enclos'd With flaming cherubim , and golden shields ; Then lighted from his gorgeous throne , for ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Стр. 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Стр. 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Стр. 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Стр. 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Стр. 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Стр. 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Стр. 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...