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... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . Others with tow'ring piles may please the sight And in their proud aspiring domes delight ...
... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . Others with tow'ring piles may please the sight And in their proud aspiring domes delight ...
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... o'er pale Britannia past , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And pleas'd th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . WILLIAM WALSH . [ WILLIAM WALSH was born at Aberley JOSEPH ADDISON .
... o'er pale Britannia past , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And pleas'd th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . WILLIAM WALSH . [ WILLIAM WALSH was born at Aberley JOSEPH ADDISON .
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... o'er the purpled main , Than , issuing forth , the rival of his beams Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames . Fair nymphs , and well - drest youths around her shone , But every eye was fix'd on her alone . On her white breast a ...
... o'er the purpled main , Than , issuing forth , the rival of his beams Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames . Fair nymphs , and well - drest youths around her shone , But every eye was fix'd on her alone . On her white breast a ...
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... o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seemed but Zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the sun their insect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms , too fine for mortal sight ...
... o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seemed but Zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the sun their insect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms , too fine for mortal sight ...
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... o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain . Others on earth o'er human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of nations own , And guard with arms divine the British throne . Our ...
... o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain . Others on earth o'er human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of nations own , And guard with arms divine the British throne . Our ...
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Сторінка 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Сторінка 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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Сторінка 373 - ... how often have I blessed 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 ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
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Сторінка 565 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?