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... soul of generous wine , So tears of joy , for your returning spilt , Work out and expiate our former guilt . 275 Methinks I see those crowds on Dover's strand , Who in their haste to welcome you to land Choked up the beach with their ...
... soul of generous wine , So tears of joy , for your returning spilt , Work out and expiate our former guilt . 275 Methinks I see those crowds on Dover's strand , Who in their haste to welcome you to land Choked up the beach with their ...
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... soul , our Monarch , does dispense Through you to us his vital influence ; You are the channel where those spirits flow And work them higher as to us they go . In open prospect nothing bounds our eye Until the earth seems joined unto ...
... soul , our Monarch , does dispense Through you to us his vital influence ; You are the channel where those spirits flow And work them higher as to us they go . In open prospect nothing bounds our eye Until the earth seems joined unto ...
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... soul of the same harmony , So , carried on by your unwearied care , We rest in peace and yet in motion share . Let Envy then those crimes within you see From which the happy never must be free ; Envy that does with misery reside , The ...
... soul of the same harmony , So , carried on by your unwearied care , We rest in peace and yet in motion share . Let Envy then those crimes within you see From which the happy never must be free ; Envy that does with misery reside , The ...
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... souls than I see of Dido's , at least I have a greater concernment for them : and that convinces me that Ovid has touched those tender strokes more delicately than Virgil could . But when ... soul of the poet , 40 ANNUS MIRABILIS , 1666 .
... souls than I see of Dido's , at least I have a greater concernment for them : and that convinces me that Ovid has touched those tender strokes more delicately than Virgil could . But when ... soul of the poet , 40 ANNUS MIRABILIS , 1666 .
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John Dryden William Dougal Christie. themselves . We see the soul of the poet , like that universal one of which he speaks , informing and moving through all his pictures : " Totamque infusa per artus Mens agitat molem et magno se ...
John Dryden William Dougal Christie. themselves . We see the soul of the poet , like that universal one of which he speaks , informing and moving through all his pictures : " Totamque infusa per artus Mens agitat molem et magno se ...
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Page 107 - Blest madman who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both, to show his judgment, in extremes : So over violent or over civil That every man with him was God or Devil.
Page 234 - The Supper of the Lord is not only a sign of the love that Christians ought to have among themselves one to another, but rather is a sacrament of our redemption by Christ's death; Insomuch, that to such as rightly, worthily, and with faith receive the same, the bread which we break is a partaking of the body of Christ ; and likewise the cup of blessing is a partaking of the blood of Christ.
Page 376 - Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods. The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.
Page 375 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 226 - Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
Page 373 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 376 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 501 - Prioress and the broad-speaking gap-toothed Wife of Bath. But enough of this : there is such a variety of game springing up before me, that I am distracted in my choice, and know not which to follow.
Page 98 - Of listening crowds with jealousies and fears Of arbitrary counsels brought to light, And proves the King himself a Jebusite.
Page 375 - Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen...