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... feels waking Cares do creep Upon his Soul , and gives his Dream the Lie ; Then sleeps again : -And then again as deep Deceits of Darkness mock his Misery . So hard believ'd was Sorrow in her Youth ; That he thinks Truth was Dreams , and ...
... feels waking Cares do creep Upon his Soul , and gives his Dream the Lie ; Then sleeps again : -And then again as deep Deceits of Darkness mock his Misery . So hard believ'd was Sorrow in her Youth ; That he thinks Truth was Dreams , and ...
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... feel his Blood within salute his State , And lift up his rejoicing Soul , to see So many Hands and Hearts congratulate Th ' Advancement of his long - desir'd Degree ; When , prodigal of Thanks , in passing by , He re - salutes them all ...
... feel his Blood within salute his State , And lift up his rejoicing Soul , to see So many Hands and Hearts congratulate Th ' Advancement of his long - desir'd Degree ; When , prodigal of Thanks , in passing by , He re - salutes them all ...
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... feels some other Thing ; " A Passion of Dislike , or else of Love . " O yes , ' tis He ! -That Princely Face doth bring " The Evidence of Majesty to prove : " That Face I have conferr'd which now I see , " With that within my Heart ...
... feels some other Thing ; " A Passion of Dislike , or else of Love . " O yes , ' tis He ! -That Princely Face doth bring " The Evidence of Majesty to prove : " That Face I have conferr'd which now I see , " With that within my Heart ...
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... feel the weight of't many a day , Unless he call in sin or vanity To help to bear ' t away . Oh Solitude , first state of human kind ! Which bless'd remain'd , till man did find Ev'n his own helper's company . As soon as two , alas ...
... feel the weight of't many a day , Unless he call in sin or vanity To help to bear ' t away . Oh Solitude , first state of human kind ! Which bless'd remain'd , till man did find Ev'n his own helper's company . As soon as two , alas ...
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... feel His thunder on thy head , devouring fire . Then , who created thee lamenting learn , When , who can uncreate thee , thou shalt know . ' " So spake the seraph Abdiel , faithful found , Among the faithless , faithful only he ; Among ...
... feel His thunder on thy head , devouring fire . Then , who created thee lamenting learn , When , who can uncreate thee , thou shalt know . ' " So spake the seraph Abdiel , faithful found , Among the faithless , faithful only he ; Among ...
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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...