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Page 134 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Page 439 - Nor the other light of life continue long, But yield to double darkness nigh at hand : So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In all her functions weary of herself ; My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them that rest.
Page 231 - Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise : He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river's bank expecting stay Till the whole stream which stopp'd him should be gone, Which runs, and, as it runs, for ever will run on.
Page 93 - Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place For us too large, where thy abundance wants Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground. But thou hast...
Page 92 - But thou hast promis'd from us two a race To fill the earth, who shall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.
Page 409 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Page 147 - Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart, Made to destroy. I fled, and cried out, Death ! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death...
Page 58 - Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do unto them ; for this is the law and the prophets.