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... · Donne . Milton . • Suckling . . The Portress of Hell - gate Marion . . War in Heaven . The Sweet of the Year The Disinherited Heir The Warring Angels The Fond Lover Cavalier Song . Milton • · Sir Hudibras . The Accusing Soul . The.
... · Donne . Milton . • Suckling . . The Portress of Hell - gate Marion . . War in Heaven . The Sweet of the Year The Disinherited Heir The Warring Angels The Fond Lover Cavalier Song . Milton • · Sir Hudibras . The Accusing Soul . The.
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... Heaven Licht und Wärme . Goldsmith ( from Schiller ) . Sheridan . Rogers Burns . Hughes Burns . Cowper Richardson . R. B .. K. K. T. S. E .. • S. A .. • H. H. • • • W. I. T. S. E. H. A. J. M. Burns . H. T. . • Schiller K. • • Man and ...
... Heaven Licht und Wärme . Goldsmith ( from Schiller ) . Sheridan . Rogers Burns . Hughes Burns . Cowper Richardson . R. B .. K. K. T. S. E .. • S. A .. • H. H. • • • W. I. T. S. E. H. A. J. M. Burns . H. T. . • Schiller K. • • Man and ...
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... Heaven . Moore . K. The Sower Schiller K. Morning Hymn of Adam and Eve . Milton A. H. . The Value of Life Milton K. • The Star in the East Heber . K. Holy Love . Te Deum Laudamus The Day of the FLORUM DESCRIPTIO . xxxi.
... Heaven . Moore . K. The Sower Schiller K. Morning Hymn of Adam and Eve . Milton A. H. . The Value of Life Milton K. • The Star in the East Heber . K. Holy Love . Te Deum Laudamus The Day of the FLORUM DESCRIPTIO . xxxi.
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... heaven , a seat where gods might dwell , or wander with delight , and love to haunt her sacred shades : though God had yet not rained upon the earth , and man to till the ground none was ; but from the earth a dewy mist went up , and ...
... heaven , a seat where gods might dwell , or wander with delight , and love to haunt her sacred shades : though God had yet not rained upon the earth , and man to till the ground none was ; but from the earth a dewy mist went up , and ...
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... heaven and heavenly - born , here in perpetual agony and pain , with terrours and with clamours compassed round of mine own brood , that on my bowels feed ? thou art my father , thou my author , thou my being gav'st me ; whom should I ...
... heaven and heavenly - born , here in perpetual agony and pain , with terrours and with clamours compassed round of mine own brood , that on my bowels feed ? thou art my father , thou my author , thou my being gav'st me ; whom should I ...
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Page 197 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 264 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 92 - The ascending pile Stood fixed her stately highth; and straight the doors, Opening their brazen folds, discover, wide Within, her ample spaces o'er the smooth And level pavement: from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.
Page 456 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 460 - Vouchsafe, O Lord : to keep us this day without sin. O Lord, have mercy upon us : have mercy upon us. O Lord, let thy mercy lighten upon us : as our trust is in thee. O Lord, in thee have I trusted : let me never be confounded.
Page 197 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend.
Page 116 - He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Page 110 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Page 104 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be What thou art promised : yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest...
Page 76 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.