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... fons prevent th ' impending blow , Rush on themselves , and fall without the foe , The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war , Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft , And thy day fhone , in ...
... fons prevent th ' impending blow , Rush on themselves , and fall without the foe , The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war , Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft , And thy day fhone , in ...
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... fons my foft'ring breast must rear , Grac'd with my name , and nurtur'd by my care ? Muft these go forth from my maternal hand To deal their infults thro ' a peaceful land , And boaft while Freedom bleeds , and Virtue groans , That ...
... fons my foft'ring breast must rear , Grac'd with my name , and nurtur'd by my care ? Muft these go forth from my maternal hand To deal their infults thro ' a peaceful land , And boaft while Freedom bleeds , and Virtue groans , That ...
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... fons of flavish CAM , unite ; To shake yon tow'rs , when Malice rears her crest , Shall all my fons in filence idly reft ? Still fing , O CAM , your fav'rite Freedom's caufe ; Still boaft of Freedom , while you break her laws : To pow'r ...
... fons of flavish CAM , unite ; To shake yon tow'rs , when Malice rears her crest , Shall all my fons in filence idly reft ? Still fing , O CAM , your fav'rite Freedom's caufe ; Still boaft of Freedom , while you break her laws : To pow'r ...
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... In awful ranks thy facred fons arise ; With ev'ry various flow'r their temples wreath'd , That in thy gardens green its fragrance breath'd . Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds , Thy crowding THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 53.
... In awful ranks thy facred fons arise ; With ev'ry various flow'r their temples wreath'd , That in thy gardens green its fragrance breath'd . Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds , Thy crowding THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 53.
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... " HAMDEN , and HOOKER , HYDE , and SIDNEY fhine . These from thy fource the fires of freedom caught : How well thy fons by their example taught ! 66 While in each breaft th ' hereditary flame Still blazes 54 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS .
... " HAMDEN , and HOOKER , HYDE , and SIDNEY fhine . These from thy fource the fires of freedom caught : How well thy fons by their example taught ! 66 While in each breaft th ' hereditary flame Still blazes 54 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS .
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Page 59 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 59 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 63 - One morn I missed him on the customed 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 63 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Page 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
Page 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...