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... Fear GRAY . • · • • • Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The Bard Ode to Adversity On the Spring GOLDSMITH . • • The Deserted Village JOHNSON . The Vanity of Human Wishes WARTON ( Thomas ) . The Grave of King Arthur . The Crusade ...
... Fear GRAY . • · • • • Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The Bard Ode to Adversity On the Spring GOLDSMITH . • • The Deserted Village JOHNSON . The Vanity of Human Wishes WARTON ( Thomas ) . The Grave of King Arthur . The Crusade ...
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... Fear - depressed Envy , ( pent before ) When fit Occasion , thus unlock'd the Door . Which when he saw , thus to himself complains ; " O why do you , fond , false - deceived , so " Run headlong to that Change that nothing gains , " But ...
... Fear - depressed Envy , ( pent before ) When fit Occasion , thus unlock'd the Door . Which when he saw , thus to himself complains ; " O why do you , fond , false - deceived , so " Run headlong to that Change that nothing gains , " But ...
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... fear the worst what Insolence may do , " Or armed Fury may incense them to . " But yet , my Lord , Fear may as well transport " Your Care , beyond the Truth of what is mean ; " As otherwise Neglect may fall too short , " In not ...
... fear the worst what Insolence may do , " Or armed Fury may incense them to . " But yet , my Lord , Fear may as well transport " Your Care , beyond the Truth of what is mean ; " As otherwise Neglect may fall too short , " In not ...
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... Fear , that's wiser than the Truth , doth ill . Thus he persuades , out of a zealous Mind , Supposing Men had spoken as they meant ; And unto this the King likewise inclin'd , As wholly unto Peace and Quiet bent ; And yields himself to ...
... Fear , that's wiser than the Truth , doth ill . Thus he persuades , out of a zealous Mind , Supposing Men had spoken as they meant ; And unto this the King likewise inclin'd , As wholly unto Peace and Quiet bent ; And yields himself to ...
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... Fear , Scorn of his Foes ; The Thought of what He was , and what now threats ; Then what He should , and now what He hath done ; Musters confused Passions all in one . To Flint from thence , unto a restless Bed , That miserable Night he ...
... Fear , Scorn of his Foes ; The Thought of what He was , and what now threats ; Then what He should , and now what He hath done ; Musters confused Passions all in one . To Flint from thence , unto a restless Bed , That miserable Night he ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Page 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Page 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd 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 canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Page 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Page 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Page 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...