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205 Leave writing plays , and choose for thy command , Some peaceful province in Acrostic land . There thou may'st wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways ; Or , if thou wouldst thy different ...
205 Leave writing plays , and choose for thy command , Some peaceful province in Acrostic land . There thou may'st wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways ; Or , if thou wouldst thy different ...
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And all to leave what with his toil he won , To that unfeathered two - legged thing , a son ; Got , while his soul did huddled notions try ; 165 170 And born a shapeless lump , like anarchy . In Achitophel 9.
And all to leave what with his toil he won , To that unfeathered two - legged thing , a son ; Got , while his soul did huddled notions try ; 165 170 And born a shapeless lump , like anarchy . In Achitophel 9.
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850 Now , free from earth , thy disencumbered soul Mounts up , and leaves behind the clouds and starry pole : From thence thy kindred legions may'st thou bring , To aid the guardian angel of thy king . Here stop , my muse ; here cease ...
850 Now , free from earth , thy disencumbered soul Mounts up , and leaves behind the clouds and starry pole : From thence thy kindred legions may'st thou bring , To aid the guardian angel of thy king . Here stop , my muse ; here cease ...
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All leave thee , now thy Ebb appears , To waste thy sad Remains in Tears ; Nor will thy mournful Murmurs heed . Fly , wretched Stream , with all thy speed , Amongst those solid Rocks thy Griefs bestow ; For Friends , like those alas ...
All leave thee , now thy Ebb appears , To waste thy sad Remains in Tears ; Nor will thy mournful Murmurs heed . Fly , wretched Stream , with all thy speed , Amongst those solid Rocks thy Griefs bestow ; For Friends , like those alas ...
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... in praising thee they spend , And thy protecting Pow'r commend : The Shepherd here , from Scorching freed , Tunes to thy dancing Leaves his Reed ; Whilst his loved Nymph , in Thanks , bestows Her flow'ry Chaplets on thy Boughs .
... in praising thee they spend , And thy protecting Pow'r commend : The Shepherd here , from Scorching freed , Tunes to thy dancing Leaves his Reed ; Whilst his loved Nymph , in Thanks , bestows Her flow'ry Chaplets on thy Boughs .
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Стр. 83 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 321 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 252 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 320 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Стр. 251 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 323 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 324 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 316 - How often have I blest 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. 319 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 248 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...