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... around , Sustaining all yon ' Orbs , and all their Sons ; From seeming Evil still educing Good , And Better thence again , and Better still , In infinite Progreffion . But I lose My- Myfelf in Him , in Light ineffable ! Come then [ 40 ]
... around , Sustaining all yon ' Orbs , and all their Sons ; From seeming Evil still educing Good , And Better thence again , and Better still , In infinite Progreffion . But I lose My- Myfelf in Him , in Light ineffable ! Come then [ 40 ]
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... lose that which they have . Children that are bred up in Laziness are almost necessarily bad , because they cannot take the Pains to be good ; and they cannot take Pains , because they have never been inured and accustomed to it ; which ...
... lose that which they have . Children that are bred up in Laziness are almost necessarily bad , because they cannot take the Pains to be good ; and they cannot take Pains , because they have never been inured and accustomed to it ; which ...
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... lose a Life more dear to me than my Country ; that Country , I speak boldly , and as it becomes a Soldier ) which I see you , by passing such Sen- tences as these , are about utterly to overthrow . You bring against me Laws I dare not ...
... lose a Life more dear to me than my Country ; that Country , I speak boldly , and as it becomes a Soldier ) which I see you , by passing such Sen- tences as these , are about utterly to overthrow . You bring against me Laws I dare not ...
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... lose ? Lit- tle , ah ! little is the Sluggard sensible how delicious an Entertainment he foregoes , for one of the pooreft of all animal Gratifications . Is it the Surmise of Imagination , or do the Skies really redden with Shame ; to ...
... lose ? Lit- tle , ah ! little is the Sluggard sensible how delicious an Entertainment he foregoes , for one of the pooreft of all animal Gratifications . Is it the Surmise of Imagination , or do the Skies really redden with Shame ; to ...
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... lose the advantage of observing by their countenances , what impref- sion your discourse makes upon them . In order to know people's real Sentiments , I trust much more to my eyes than to my ears ; for they can say whatever they have a ...
... lose the advantage of observing by their countenances , what impref- sion your discourse makes upon them . In order to know people's real Sentiments , I trust much more to my eyes than to my ears ; for they can say whatever they have a ...
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Página 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Página 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Página 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Página 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Página 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Página 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.