The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 621790 |
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... shine : And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might ! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires , Form urns unnumbered , down the steep of heaven , Streams to a point , and centres in my fight ! Nor ...
... shine : And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might ! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires , Form urns unnumbered , down the steep of heaven , Streams to a point , and centres in my fight ! Nor ...
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... shine on the refign'd : While man by that of every grace , And virtue , is poffefs'd ; Foul vice her pandæmonium builds In the rebellious breaft ; By Refignation we defeat The worst that can annoy ; And fuffer , with far more repose ...
... shine on the refign'd : While man by that of every grace , And virtue , is poffefs'd ; Foul vice her pandæmonium builds In the rebellious breaft ; By Refignation we defeat The worst that can annoy ; And fuffer , with far more repose ...
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... shine , Chafe darkness from my foul ; My foul , which reads his hand as clear In my minute affairs , As in his ample manufcript Of fun , and moon , and ftars ; And knows him not more bent aright To wield that vaft machine , Than to ...
... shine , Chafe darkness from my foul ; My foul , which reads his hand as clear In my minute affairs , As in his ample manufcript Of fun , and moon , and ftars ; And knows him not more bent aright To wield that vaft machine , Than to ...
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... shine ! And dart through forrow , danger , death , A beam of joy divine ! The void of joy ( with fome concern The truth fevere I tell ) Is an impenitent in guilt , A fool or infidel ; Weigh this , ye pupils of Voltaire ! From joyless ...
... shine ! And dart through forrow , danger , death , A beam of joy divine ! The void of joy ( with fome concern The truth fevere I tell ) Is an impenitent in guilt , A fool or infidel ; Weigh this , ye pupils of Voltaire ! From joyless ...
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... shine , Than when fo late the kindled wrath divine Quench'd our ambition , in great Anna's fate , And darken'd all the pomp of human state . Though you are rich in fame , and fame decay , Though rais'd in life , and greatness fade away ...
... shine , Than when fo late the kindled wrath divine Quench'd our ambition , in great Anna's fate , And darken'd all the pomp of human state . Though you are rich in fame , and fame decay , Though rais'd in life , and greatness fade away ...
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Æther art thou beams beneath blefs bleft blifs boaft boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh cauſe Codrus Dæmons darkneſs death defcend diftant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas feen fenfe fhall fhine fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul ftand ftars ftill ftreams ftrikes fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juft lefs leſs Lorenzo luftre man's mankind mighty moft mortal moſt Mufe muft muſt nature's ne'er night numbers o'er paffion pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon refign'd Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhould ſkies ſkill ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſpread ſtars ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thunder Trade virtue Voltaire whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh
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