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... thou soul of her I love ......... 485 Epitaph on Miss Stanley , in Holyrood Church , Southampton ...... ib . ib ... thou prove ib . Song . Come , gentle god of soft desire A Nuptial Song . Intended to have been in- serted in the fourth ...
... thou soul of her I love ......... 485 Epitaph on Miss Stanley , in Holyrood Church , Southampton ...... ib . ib ... thou prove ib . Song . Come , gentle god of soft desire A Nuptial Song . Intended to have been in- serted in the fourth ...
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... Thou mighty Flood ! displeas'd at thee ? The flood beheld from far The deity in all his equipage of war ; And lo ... thou still : thou Moon , thy course for- Ah , . Sun , thy wheels obedient stay , [ bear : Doubling the splendours of the ...
... Thou mighty Flood ! displeas'd at thee ? The flood beheld from far The deity in all his equipage of war ; And lo ... thou still : thou Moon , thy course for- Ah , . Sun , thy wheels obedient stay , [ bear : Doubling the splendours of the ...
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... thou seen where infant tempests sleep ? Was e'er the grave , or regions of the night , Yet trod by thee , or open'd to thy sight ? Has Death disclos'd to thee her gloomy state , The ghastly forms , the various woes that wait In terrible ...
... thou seen where infant tempests sleep ? Was e'er the grave , or regions of the night , Yet trod by thee , or open'd to thy sight ? Has Death disclos'd to thee her gloomy state , The ghastly forms , the various woes that wait In terrible ...
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... thou give the mighty seas their bars , Fill air with fowl , or light up Heaven with stars , Whose thousand times ten thousand lamps display A friendly radiance , mingling ray with ray ? Say , canst thou rule the coursers of the Sun , Or ...
... thou give the mighty seas their bars , Fill air with fowl , or light up Heaven with stars , Whose thousand times ten thousand lamps display A friendly radiance , mingling ray with ray ? Say , canst thou rule the coursers of the Sun , Or ...
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... thou heavenly guest , Come , fix thy pleasing empire in my breast ! 3 Thou know'st her influence , friend ! thy chearful Proclaims the innocence and peace within ; [ mien Such joys as none but sons of Virtue know , Shine in thy face ...
... thou heavenly guest , Come , fix thy pleasing empire in my breast ! 3 Thou know'st her influence , friend ! thy chearful Proclaims the innocence and peace within ; [ mien Such joys as none but sons of Virtue know , Shine in thy face ...
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Adrastus Bavius beauty behold beneath blest breast breath bright Britons charms clouds coursers court critics death deep delight divine dreadful Dulness Dunciad Earth Essay on Criticism Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flame flood fool genius gentle glory goddess grace Greece groves hand happy head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad Jove king labour light live lord lord Bolingbroke lyre mankind mighty mind Muse Nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion peace plain pleas'd poem poet Pope praise pride proud race racter rage rais'd reign rise Rome round sacred Sappho satire scene shade shine shore sighs sing skies smile soft song soul streams sweet swell Swift tears tempest thee thine thou thought thunder toil trembling truth verse Virgil virtue wild winds wings youth
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Страница 222 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
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Страница 244 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease ; Should such a man too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer. And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Страница 168 - In heaps on heaps ; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, And wins (oh shameful chance !) the Queen of Hearts. At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill, Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille.
Страница 160 - Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of. fools. Whatever nature has in worth denied, , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Страница 171 - Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...