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... Universe Windsor Forest PRIOR . The Garland Protogenes and Apelles Truth and Falsehood , a Tale Baucis and Philemon . SWIFT . Stella's Birth - Day · • 131 • 133 135 136 141 Page . ADDISON . Ode on the Creation A Letter.
... Universe Windsor Forest PRIOR . The Garland Protogenes and Apelles Truth and Falsehood , a Tale Baucis and Philemon . SWIFT . Stella's Birth - Day · • 131 • 133 135 136 141 Page . ADDISON . Ode on the Creation A Letter.
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... Truth , " To save his Life , he will not greatly stand . " Nor trust your Kinsman's Proffer ; since you both " Shew , Blood in Princes is no stedfast Band . " What tho ' he hath no Title ? -He hath Might : " That makes a Title , where ...
... Truth , " To save his Life , he will not greatly stand . " Nor trust your Kinsman's Proffer ; since you both " Shew , Blood in Princes is no stedfast Band . " What tho ' he hath no Title ? -He hath Might : " That makes a Title , where ...
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... Truth , doth ill . Thus he persuades , out of a zealous Mind , Supposing Men had spoken as they meant ; And unto this the King likewise inclin'd , As wholly unto Peace and Quiet bent ; And yields himself to th ' Earl ; -Goes , leaves ...
... Truth , doth ill . Thus he persuades , out of a zealous Mind , Supposing Men had spoken as they meant ; And unto this the King likewise inclin'd , As wholly unto Peace and Quiet bent ; And yields himself to th ' Earl ; -Goes , leaves ...
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... Truth was Dreams , and Dreams were Trut .. The Morning - Light presents unto his View ( Walking upon a Turret of the Place ) The Truth of what he sees is prov'd too true , A Hundred Thousand Men before his Face Came marching on the ...
... Truth was Dreams , and Dreams were Trut .. The Morning - Light presents unto his View ( Walking upon a Turret of the Place ) The Truth of what he sees is prov'd too true , A Hundred Thousand Men before his Face Came marching on the ...
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... truth , if ' twere not for his Base Array , " I verily should think that it were He : " And yet his Baseness doth a Grace bewray . " Yet God forbid - Let me deceived be : " And be it not my Lord , altho ' it may : " Let my Desire make ...
... truth , if ' twere not for his Base Array , " I verily should think that it were He : " And yet his Baseness doth a Grace bewray . " Yet God forbid - Let me deceived be : " And be it not my Lord , altho ' it may : " Let my Desire make ...
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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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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...