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Like Milton then , though in more polish'd strains , Thy chariots rattle o'er the
smoaking plains . What though archangel ' gainst archangel arms , And highest
Heaven resounds with dire alarms Doth not the reader with like dread survey is
The ...
Like Milton then , though in more polish'd strains , Thy chariots rattle o'er the
smoaking plains . What though archangel ' gainst archangel arms , And highest
Heaven resounds with dire alarms Doth not the reader with like dread survey is
The ...
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70 The fields are ravish'd from th ' industrious swains , 65 From men their cities ,
and from Gods their fanes : The level'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er ; The
hollow winds through naked temples roar ; Round broken columns clasping ivy ...
70 The fields are ravish'd from th ' industrious swains , 65 From men their cities ,
and from Gods their fanes : The level'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er ; The
hollow winds through naked temples roar ; Round broken columns clasping ivy ...
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Till every motion , pulse , and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no
more . o Death all eloquent ! you only prove 335 What dust we doat on , when ' tis
man we love . Then too , when fate shall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all
...
Till every motion , pulse , and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no
more . o Death all eloquent ! you only prove 335 What dust we doat on , when ' tis
man we love . Then too , when fate shall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all
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410 At last Centlivre felt her voice to fail , Motteux himself unfinishi'd left his tale ,
Boyer the State , and Law the Stage gave o'er , Morgan and Mandevil could prate
no more ; Norton VARIATIONS . Ver . 412. In first Ed . Old James himself . Ver .
410 At last Centlivre felt her voice to fail , Motteux himself unfinishi'd left his tale ,
Boyer the State , and Law the Stage gave o'er , Morgan and Mandevil could prate
no more ; Norton VARIATIONS . Ver . 412. In first Ed . Old James himself . Ver .
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Thou , yet unborn , haft touch'd this sacred shore ; The hand of Bavius drench'd
thee o'er and o'er . But blind to former , as to future fate , What mortal knows his
pre - existent state ? Who knows how long thy transmigrating foul Might from ...
Thou , yet unborn , haft touch'd this sacred shore ; The hand of Bavius drench'd
thee o'er and o'er . But blind to former , as to future fate , What mortal knows his
pre - existent state ? Who knows how long thy transmigrating foul Might from ...
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Seite 46 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 81 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Seite 145 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Seite 18 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Seite 107 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 174 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Seite 101 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Seite 353 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Seite 122 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...