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... Heav'n's high command , Roll'd back the rising tides , and haughty floods , And to the ocean thunder'd out his voice : Quick all the swelling and imperious waves , The foaming billows , and obscuring surge , Back to their channels and ...
... Heav'n's high command , Roll'd back the rising tides , and haughty floods , And to the ocean thunder'd out his voice : Quick all the swelling and imperious waves , The foaming billows , and obscuring surge , Back to their channels and ...
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... Heav'n : A reverential murmur breathes applause . So were the pupils of Lycurgus train'd To bridle Nature . Public fear was dumb Before their senate , Ephori and kings , Nor exultation into clamour broke . Amidst them rose Dieneces ...
... Heav'n : A reverential murmur breathes applause . So were the pupils of Lycurgus train'd To bridle Nature . Public fear was dumb Before their senate , Ephori and kings , Nor exultation into clamour broke . Amidst them rose Dieneces ...
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... Heav'n Claim for my country , for my sons , and thee . Think on my long unalter'd love . Reflect On my paternal fondness . Hath my heart E'er known a pause in love , or pious care ? Now shall that care , that tenderness , be shown Most ...
... Heav'n Claim for my country , for my sons , and thee . Think on my long unalter'd love . Reflect On my paternal fondness . Hath my heart E'er known a pause in love , or pious care ? Now shall that care , that tenderness , be shown Most ...
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... Heav'n , Descend and sleep unthankful in the grave . Though yielding nature daily feels decay ; Thou dost prevent all care . The gods estrange Pain from my pillow , have secur'd my breast From weeds too oft in aged soils profuse , His ...
... Heav'n , Descend and sleep unthankful in the grave . Though yielding nature daily feels decay ; Thou dost prevent all care . The gods estrange Pain from my pillow , have secur'd my breast From weeds too oft in aged soils profuse , His ...
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... Heav'n , And heav'nly Xerxes , merciful and kind , Deign to preserve . Resign your arms . Disperse All to your cities . There let humblest hands With earth and water greet your destin'd lord . " As through th ' extensive grove , whose ...
... Heav'n , And heav'nly Xerxes , merciful and kind , Deign to preserve . Resign your arms . Disperse All to your cities . There let humblest hands With earth and water greet your destin'd lord . " As through th ' extensive grove , whose ...
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Page 319 - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself, With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.
Page 324 - For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise, Which He hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.
Page 319 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Page 321 - Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Page 321 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 321 - Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid In various style...
Page 319 - Not distant far from thence, a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of Heaven: I thither went, With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
Page 318 - Still as they thirsted, scoop the brimming stream ; Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance, as beseems Fair couple, link'd in happy nuptial league, Alone as they. About them frisking play'd All beasts of the earth, since wild, and of all chase In wood or wilderness, forest or den...
Page 320 - Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.
Page 17 - Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart. ' Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail : Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain.