Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страница |
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... him . Yet on his way ( no fign of grace , For folks in fear are apt to pray ) To Phoebus he preferr'd his cafe , And beg'd his aid that dreadful day . The The God - head would have back'd his quarrel , 42 A LONG STORY .
... him . Yet on his way ( no fign of grace , For folks in fear are apt to pray ) To Phoebus he preferr'd his cafe , And beg'd his aid that dreadful day . The The God - head would have back'd his quarrel , 42 A LONG STORY .
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Thomas Gray. The God - head would have back'd his quarrel , But with a blush , on recollection Own'd , that his quiver and his laurel ' Gainst four fuch eyes were no protection . The Court was fate , the Culprit there , Forth from their ...
Thomas Gray. The God - head would have back'd his quarrel , But with a blush , on recollection Own'd , that his quiver and his laurel ' Gainst four fuch eyes were no protection . The Court was fate , the Culprit there , Forth from their ...
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... head , Dread Goddefs , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry ...
... head , Dread Goddefs , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry ...
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... heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire - ftone . - This was the ap- pearance of the glory of the Lord . Ezekiel i . 20 , 26 , 28 . * Οφθαλμῶν μὲν ἄμερσε · δίδου δ ' ἡδεῖαν αοιδήν . Homer . Od . Meant to ...
... heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire - ftone . - This was the ap- pearance of the glory of the Lord . Ezekiel i . 20 , 26 , 28 . * Οφθαλμῶν μὲν ἄμερσε · δίδου δ ' ἡδεῖαν αοιδήν . Homer . Od . Meant to ...
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... main : " Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy bed : " Mountains , ye mourn in vain " Modred , whofe magic fong " Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud - top'd head , " On *** On dreary Arvon's fhore they lie , " Smear'd 74 THE BARD ,
... main : " Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy bed : " Mountains , ye mourn in vain " Modred , whofe magic fong " Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud - top'd head , " On *** On dreary Arvon's fhore they lie , " Smear'd 74 THE BARD ,
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