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... Toils , and in vain his Toil and Labour spends ; More Hearts he sought to gain , he lost the more : All turned their Faces to the Rising Sun , And leave his Setting Fortune , Night begun . But thus is Richard left , and all alone , Save ...
... Toils , and in vain his Toil and Labour spends ; More Hearts he sought to gain , he lost the more : All turned their Faces to the Rising Sun , And leave his Setting Fortune , Night begun . But thus is Richard left , and all alone , Save ...
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... toil Surceased , and glad , as hoping here to end Intestine war in Heaven , the arch - foe subdu'd , Or captive dragg'd in chains , with hostile frown . And visage all inflam'd , first thus began : " Author of evil , unknown till thy ...
... toil Surceased , and glad , as hoping here to end Intestine war in Heaven , the arch - foe subdu'd , Or captive dragg'd in chains , with hostile frown . And visage all inflam'd , first thus began : " Author of evil , unknown till thy ...
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... toil'd , his riven arms to havoc hewn , And cloudy in aspect , thus answ'ring spake . " Deliverer from new lords , leader to free Enjoyment of our right as gods ; yet hard For gods , and too unequal work we find . Against unequal arms ...
... toil'd , his riven arms to havoc hewn , And cloudy in aspect , thus answ'ring spake . " Deliverer from new lords , leader to free Enjoyment of our right as gods ; yet hard For gods , and too unequal work we find . Against unequal arms ...
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... toil But godlike his unwearied bounty flows ; First loves to do , then loves the good he does . Nor are his blessings to his banks confin'd , But free and common as the sea or wind ; When he , to boast or to disperse his stores , Full ...
... toil But godlike his unwearied bounty flows ; First loves to do , then loves the good he does . Nor are his blessings to his banks confin'd , But free and common as the sea or wind ; When he , to boast or to disperse his stores , Full ...
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... toil , aspir'd to be the head ? What , if the head , the eye , or ear , repin'd To serve mere engines to the ruling mind : Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this general frame : Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or ...
... toil , aspir'd to be the head ? What , if the head , the eye , or ear , repin'd To serve mere engines to the ruling mind : Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this general frame : Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Сторінка 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Сторінка 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Сторінка 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Сторінка 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Сторінка 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Сторінка 223 - How often have I bless'd 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...
Сторінка 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Сторінка 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Сторінка 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...