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In talks so bold , can little men engage , And in foft bosoms dwells such mighty
rage ? Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray , And ope'd those eyes that
must eclipfe the day : Now VARIATIONS . Ver . 11 , 12. It was in the first editions ...
In talks so bold , can little men engage , And in foft bosoms dwells such mighty
rage ? Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray , And ope'd those eyes that
must eclipfe the day : Now VARIATIONS . Ver . 11 , 12. It was in the first editions ...
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. Some with vast beams
the fqualid corpse engage , And weary all the wild efforts of rage . The birds
obscene , that nightly flock'd to taste , 735 With hollow screeches fled the dire
repaft ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. Some with vast beams
the fqualid corpse engage , And weary all the wild efforts of rage . The birds
obscene , that nightly flock'd to taste , 735 With hollow screeches fled the dire
repaft ...
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This Muse in silence joy'd each better Age , 365 Till glowing crimes had wak'd
her into rage . Truth saw her honest spleen with new delight , And bade her wing
her shafts , and urge their flight . First on the Sons of Greece fhe prov'd her art ...
This Muse in silence joy'd each better Age , 365 Till glowing crimes had wak'd
her into rage . Truth saw her honest spleen with new delight , And bade her wing
her shafts , and urge their flight . First on the Sons of Greece fhe prov'd her art ...
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. And nobly wishing
Party - rage to cease , To buy both sides , and give thy Country peace . 150 “ All
this is madness , " cries a fober fage : But who , my friend , has reason in his rage
?
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. And nobly wishing
Party - rage to cease , To buy both sides , and give thy Country peace . 150 “ All
this is madness , " cries a fober fage : But who , my friend , has reason in his rage
?
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Thus visit not thy own ! on this blest age Oh spread thy Influence , but restrain thy
Rage . And see , my son ! the hour is on its way , That lifts our Goddess to
imperial sway ; This favourite Ine , long sever'd from her reign , 125 Dove - like
she ...
Thus visit not thy own ! on this blest age Oh spread thy Influence , but restrain thy
Rage . And see , my son ! the hour is on its way , That lifts our Goddess to
imperial sway ; This favourite Ine , long sever'd from her reign , 125 Dove - like
she ...
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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...