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... dark before . But these are not his glory . Man , ' tis true , Smit with the beauty of so fair a scene , Might well suppose th ' artificer divine Meant it eternal , had he not himself Pronounc'd it transient , glorious as it is , And ...
... dark before . But these are not his glory . Man , ' tis true , Smit with the beauty of so fair a scene , Might well suppose th ' artificer divine Meant it eternal , had he not himself Pronounc'd it transient , glorious as it is , And ...
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... dark embrown'd , Or beauteous freak'd with many a mingled hue , Thousands besides , the costly pride of courts . There , warm together press'd , the trooping deer Sleep on the new fall'n snows ; and , scarce his head Rais'd o'er the ...
... dark embrown'd , Or beauteous freak'd with many a mingled hue , Thousands besides , the costly pride of courts . There , warm together press'd , the trooping deer Sleep on the new fall'n snows ; and , scarce his head Rais'd o'er the ...
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... dark recesses of his works , The great Creator sought ? And why thy Locke , Who made the whole internal world his own ? Let Newton , pure intelligence , whom God To mortals lent to trace his boundless works From laws sublimely simple ...
... dark recesses of his works , The great Creator sought ? And why thy Locke , Who made the whole internal world his own ? Let Newton , pure intelligence , whom God To mortals lent to trace his boundless works From laws sublimely simple ...
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... - blaze , That soon must fail , and leave the wanderer blind , More dark and helpless far than if it ne'er had shined ! 66 Fancy enervates , while it soothes , the heart EXTRACTS FROM BEATTIE - Melodies of Morn Dangers of Fancy.
... - blaze , That soon must fail , and leave the wanderer blind , More dark and helpless far than if it ne'er had shined ! 66 Fancy enervates , while it soothes , the heart EXTRACTS FROM BEATTIE - Melodies of Morn Dangers of Fancy.
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... Dark even at noontide is our mortal sphere ; But let us hope , to doubt , is to rebel , Let us exult in hope , that all shall yet be well . Nor be thy generous indignation check'd , Nor check'd the tender tear to Misery given ; From ...
... Dark even at noontide is our mortal sphere ; But let us hope , to doubt , is to rebel , Let us exult in hope , that all shall yet be well . Nor be thy generous indignation check'd , Nor check'd the tender tear to Misery given ; From ...
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Page 79 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 98 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 75 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Page 84 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Page 47 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Page 114 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 63 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 82 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Page 100 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 82 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.