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... thou , Mighty One " To Contemplation BLOOMFIELD . • The Widow to her Hour Glass Market Night Peace . Shooter's Hill Page . 257 • • • 260 • 261 264 • 276 · 280 282 287 . 290 · . 292 293 295 312 332 338 ib . 340 342 • 360 • • 365 366 ...
... thou , Mighty One " To Contemplation BLOOMFIELD . • The Widow to her Hour Glass Market Night Peace . Shooter's Hill Page . 257 • • • 260 • 261 264 • 276 · 280 282 287 . 290 · . 292 293 295 312 332 338 ib . 340 342 • 360 • • 365 366 ...
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... thou misshaped thus , as now I see ? He oft finds med'cine who his griefe imparts ; But double griefs afflict concealing harts ; As raging flames who striveth to suppresse . " " The author then , " said he , " of all my smarts , Is one ...
... thou misshaped thus , as now I see ? He oft finds med'cine who his griefe imparts ; But double griefs afflict concealing harts ; As raging flames who striveth to suppresse . " " The author then , " said he , " of all my smarts , Is one ...
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... thou , that in this wise " To brave thy Lord and King art made so great ? " And have mine Eyes done unto me this Wrong , " To look on thee ? For this stay'd I so long ? " Ah ! have they grac'd a perjur'd Rebel so ? " Well ; for their ...
... thou , that in this wise " To brave thy Lord and King art made so great ? " And have mine Eyes done unto me this Wrong , " To look on thee ? For this stay'd I so long ? " Ah ! have they grac'd a perjur'd Rebel so ? " Well ; for their ...
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... thou thus return again to me ? " Are these the Triumphs for thy Victories ? " Is this the Glory thou dost bring with thee , " From that Unhappy Irish Enterprise ? " And have I made so many Vows to see " Thy Safe Return , and see thee in ...
... thou thus return again to me ? " Are these the Triumphs for thy Victories ? " Is this the Glory thou dost bring with thee , " From that Unhappy Irish Enterprise ? " And have I made so many Vows to see " Thy Safe Return , and see thee in ...
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... thou must not moan alone ; " For without me thou art not all thou art ; " Nor my Tears without thine are fully Tears , " For thus unjoin'd , Sorrow but half appears . " Join then our Plaints , and make our Grief full Grief ; " Our State ...
... thou must not moan alone ; " For without me thou art not all thou art ; " Nor my Tears without thine are fully Tears , " For thus unjoin'd , Sorrow but half appears . " Join then our Plaints , and make our Grief full Grief ; " Our State ...
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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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