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... Wind ; Tears , Looks , and Sighs , do only tell her Mind . Thus both stood silent , and confused so , Their Eyes relating how their Hearts did mourn : Both big with Sorrow , and both great with Woe , In Labour with what was not to be ...
... Wind ; Tears , Looks , and Sighs , do only tell her Mind . Thus both stood silent , and confused so , Their Eyes relating how their Hearts did mourn : Both big with Sorrow , and both great with Woe , In Labour with what was not to be ...
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... winds , above me flying , With all their wanton boughs dispute , And the more tuneful birds to both replying , Nor be myself , too , mute . A silver stream shall roll his waters near , Gilt with the sun - beams here and there On whose ...
... winds , above me flying , With all their wanton boughs dispute , And the more tuneful birds to both replying , Nor be myself , too , mute . A silver stream shall roll his waters near , Gilt with the sun - beams here and there On whose ...
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... winds ; save those , who in their course , Melodious hymns about the sovereign throne Alternate , all night long . But not so waked Satan , so call him now , his former name Is heard no more in Heaven ; he , of the first , If not the ...
... winds ; save those , who in their course , Melodious hymns about the sovereign throne Alternate , all night long . But not so waked Satan , so call him now , his former name Is heard no more in Heaven ; he , of the first , If not the ...
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... Winds under ground , or waters forcing way Sidelong , had push'd a mountain from his seat , Half sunk with all his pines . Amazement seiz'd The rebel thrones , but greater rage , to see Thus foil'd their mightiest : ours joy fill'd ...
... Winds under ground , or waters forcing way Sidelong , had push'd a mountain from his seat , Half sunk with all his pines . Amazement seiz'd The rebel thrones , but greater rage , to see Thus foil'd their mightiest : ours joy fill'd ...
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... wind Of airy threats , to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not . Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight , or if to fall , but that they rise Unvanquish'd , easier to transact with me That thou shouldst hope , imperious , and ...
... wind Of airy threats , to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not . Hast thou turn'd the least of these To flight , or if to fall , but that they rise Unvanquish'd , easier to transact with me That thou shouldst hope , imperious , and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Página 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Página 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Página 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Página 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...