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... forrows fall with Britain's tears , And join a nation's woe . See as you pass the crowded street , Defpondence clouds each face you meet , All their loft friend deplore : You read in every pensive eye , You hear in ev'ry broken figh ...
... forrows fall with Britain's tears , And join a nation's woe . See as you pass the crowded street , Defpondence clouds each face you meet , All their loft friend deplore : You read in every pensive eye , You hear in ev'ry broken figh ...
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... forrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies . Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ; where ignorance is blifs , " Tis folly to be wife . THE BARD . A PINDARIC ODE.a BY THE SAME . 100 I. 1 . RUIN feize thee ...
... forrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies . Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ; where ignorance is blifs , " Tis folly to be wife . THE BARD . A PINDARIC ODE.a BY THE SAME . 100 I. 1 . RUIN feize thee ...
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... forrows of his lyre . Hark , how each giant - oak , and defert cave , Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , fince ...
... forrows of his lyre . Hark , how each giant - oak , and defert cave , Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , fince ...
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... forrow for the lofs of her , are still to be feen at Nor- thampton , Geddington , Waltham , and other places . z It was the common belief of the Welch nation , that king Arthur was ftill alive in Fairy - land , and fhould return again ...
... forrow for the lofs of her , are still to be feen at Nor- thampton , Geddington , Waltham , and other places . z It was the common belief of the Welch nation , that king Arthur was ftill alive in Fairy - land , and fhould return again ...
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... forrow steep , Strains of Immortality ! 50 Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot the fun . Sifters , weave the web of death ; Sifters , ceafe ; the work is done . Hail the task , and hail the hands ! 55 Songs of joy and ...
... forrow steep , Strains of Immortality ! 50 Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot the fun . Sifters , weave the web of death ; Sifters , ceafe ; the work is done . Hail the task , and hail the hands ! 55 Songs of joy and ...
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Страница 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Страница 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
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