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English poetry. And in this Passion turns her self away . The rest look all , and careful note each Wight ; Whilst She , impatient of the least Delay , Demands again : And what ; not yet in Sight ? Where is my Lord : What ; gone some ...
English poetry. And in this Passion turns her self away . The rest look all , and careful note each Wight ; Whilst She , impatient of the least Delay , Demands again : And what ; not yet in Sight ? Where is my Lord : What ; gone some ...
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... rest , do stand secure ? 66 66 " Let me hold that , I ask no other Good : Nay , that I will hold - Henry , do thy worst . For e're I yield my Crown , I'll lose my Blood ; “ That Blood , that shall make thee and thine accurs'd . Thus ...
... rest , do stand secure ? 66 66 " Let me hold that , I ask no other Good : Nay , that I will hold - Henry , do thy worst . For e're I yield my Crown , I'll lose my Blood ; “ That Blood , that shall make thee and thine accurs'd . Thus ...
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... rest , Title , Right , and All That appertain'd to Kingly Dignity : Subscribes thereto , and doth to Witness call Both Heav'n and Earth , and God , and Saints on high , To testify his Act ; and doth profess To do the same with most free ...
... rest , Title , Right , and All That appertain'd to Kingly Dignity : Subscribes thereto , and doth to Witness call Both Heav'n and Earth , and God , and Saints on high , To testify his Act ; and doth profess To do the same with most free ...
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... rest ; Wide over all the plain , and wider far Than all this globose earth , in plain outspread , Such are the courts of God , the angelic throng , Dispersed in bands and files , their camp extend By living streams , among the trees of ...
... rest ; Wide over all the plain , and wider far Than all this globose earth , in plain outspread , Such are the courts of God , the angelic throng , Dispersed in bands and files , their camp extend By living streams , among the trees of ...
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... rest : this pause between Unanswer'd lest thou boast , to let thee know ; At first I thought that liberty and Heaven To heavenly souls , had been all one ; but now I see , that most through sloth had rather serve Ministering spirits ...
... rest : this pause between Unanswer'd lest thou boast , to let thee know ; At first I thought that liberty and Heaven To heavenly souls , had been all one ; but now I see , that most through sloth had rather serve Ministering spirits ...
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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
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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...