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... tell ? before the Sun , Before the Heav'ns Thou wert , and at the Voice Of God , as with a Mantle didst invest The rifing World of Waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless Infinite . Thee I revifit now with bolder Wing ...
... tell ? before the Sun , Before the Heav'ns Thou wert , and at the Voice Of God , as with a Mantle didst invest The rifing World of Waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless Infinite . Thee I revifit now with bolder Wing ...
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... tell Of Things invifible to mortal Sight . The fublime HOMAGE of ANGELS . MILTON . WITH ITH folemn Adoration down they cast Their Crowns inwove with Amarant and Gold ; Then crown'd again , their golden Harps they took , Harps ever tun'd ...
... tell Of Things invifible to mortal Sight . The fublime HOMAGE of ANGELS . MILTON . WITH ITH folemn Adoration down they cast Their Crowns inwove with Amarant and Gold ; Then crown'd again , their golden Harps they took , Harps ever tun'd ...
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... tell how human Life began Is hard ; for who himself Beginning knew ? Defire with thee ftill longer to converse Induc'd me . As new wak'd from foundest Sleep Soft on the flow'ry Herb I found me laid In balmy Sweat ; which with his Beams ...
... tell how human Life began Is hard ; for who himself Beginning knew ? Defire with thee ftill longer to converse Induc'd me . As new wak'd from foundest Sleep Soft on the flow'ry Herb I found me laid In balmy Sweat ; which with his Beams ...
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... tell , Tell , if ye faw , how came I thus , how here ? Not of myself ; by fome great Maker then , In Goodness and in Pow'r præeminent ; Tell me , how may I know him , how adore , From whom I have that thus I move and live , And feel ...
... tell , Tell , if ye faw , how came I thus , how here ? Not of myself ; by fome great Maker then , In Goodness and in Pow'r præeminent ; Tell me , how may I know him , how adore , From whom I have that thus I move and live , And feel ...
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... tell , Ye Sons of Light , Angels ; for ye behold him , and with Songs And choral Symphonies , Day without Night , Circle his Throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven : On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol Him first , him last , him midst ...
... tell , Ye Sons of Light , Angels ; for ye behold him , and with Songs And choral Symphonies , Day without Night , Circle his Throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven : On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol Him first , him last , him midst ...
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Page 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Page 101 - 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 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Page 103 - 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.
Page 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.