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arm'd art thou beams Beauty's Behold bids Bittern breast breathing bust brow charm chear cities clouds corse D'ARCY's dust Eccho Ev'n evil fad hour faith the Lord fall'n Fancy Fancy's Fate fides Fir-trees flame fragrance fill Friendship's gales glade glow GODDESS golden grace grove hallow'd hand Hurl'd Desolation heaven Hell hosts hath Hurl'd Desolation o'er ISAIAH JEHOVAH Jhall King of Babylon Lebanon Lord of hosts Lucifer Lyre meet MEM'RY meridian moss-grown mountain's Muse nations o'er the land o'er the plain o'er thy ODES pensive perchance pomp Propitious Proud King reign rife rise round rove ruthless hand Hurl'd sacred shade shadowy shine smile Song sooth Sorrow spread stain stroke swear sweep sweets sword thee thine thou art thou shalt thro throne thy grave thy pride thy realms tide tomb tongue trophied arch vainly Verses vindictive warbles wave weak whole earth wove yawning Youth
الصفحة 22 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
الصفحة 30 - That I will break the Assyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: then shall his yoke depart from off them, and his burden depart from off their shoulders.
الصفحة 15 - For Fancy is the friend of Woe. Say, mid that grove, in love-lorn state...
الصفحة 24 - How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning ! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations ! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds ; I will be like the most High.
الصفحة 26 - But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcase trodden under feet.
الصفحة 11 - Muses' vestal fires I bring : Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In...
الصفحة 23 - Rejoice thro' all their pomp of shade ; The lordly Cedars nod on sacred Lebanon : Tyrant ! they cry, since thy fell force is broke, Our proud heads pierce the skies, nor fear the woodman's stroke.
الصفحة 13 - That bloom'd those vocal shades among, " Where never Flatt'ry dar'd to tread, " Or Interest's servile throng ; " Receive, thou favour'd Son, at my command, " And keep, with sacred care, for D'ARCY'S brow : " Tell him, 'twas wove by my immortal hand, " I breath'd on every flower a purer glow; " Say, for thy sake I send the gift divine " To him, who calls thee HIS, yet makes thee MINB.
الصفحة 11 - Yet nourifh ftill the lambent flame ; " Still ftrike thy blamelefs Lyre : " Led by the moral Mufe fecurely rove ; " And all the vernal fweets thy vacant Youth " Can cull from bufy Fancy's fairy grove, " O hang their foliage round the fane of Truth : " To arts like thefe devote thy tuneful toil, " And meet its fair reward in D'ARCY'S fmile.