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... Fire of London POPE . The Dying Christian to his Soul 63 . 72 90 104 . 113 116 . 121 Of the Nature and State of Man with respect to the Universe Windsor Forest PRIOR . The Garland Protogenes and Apelles Truth and Falsehood , a Tale ...
... Fire of London POPE . The Dying Christian to his Soul 63 . 72 90 104 . 113 116 . 121 Of the Nature and State of Man with respect to the Universe Windsor Forest PRIOR . The Garland Protogenes and Apelles Truth and Falsehood , a Tale ...
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... fire ; The eie of reason was with rage yblent ; And would have slaine them in his furious ire , But hardly was restrained of that aged sire . Retourning to his bed in torment great , And bitter angush of his guilty sight , He could not ...
... fire ; The eie of reason was with rage yblent ; And would have slaine them in his furious ire , But hardly was restrained of that aged sire . Retourning to his bed in torment great , And bitter angush of his guilty sight , He could not ...
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... fire of love and ioy of chevalree First kindled in my brest , it was my lott To love this gentle lady , whome ye see Now not a lady , but a seeming tree ; With whome as once I rode accompanyde , Me chaunced of a knight encountred bee ...
... fire of love and ioy of chevalree First kindled in my brest , it was my lott To love this gentle lady , whome ye see Now not a lady , but a seeming tree ; With whome as once I rode accompanyde , Me chaunced of a knight encountred bee ...
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... fires beget . Whilst this hard truth I teach , methinks , I see The monster London laugh at me I should at thee too , foolish city ! If it were fit to laugh at misery ; But thy estate I pity . Let but thy wicked men from out thee go ...
... fires beget . Whilst this hard truth I teach , methinks , I see The monster London laugh at me I should at thee too , foolish city ! If it were fit to laugh at misery ; But thy estate I pity . Let but thy wicked men from out thee go ...
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... fire . Then , who created thee lamenting learn , When , who can uncreate thee , thou shalt know . ' " So spake the seraph Abdiel , faithful found , Among the faithless , faithful only he ; Among innumerable false , unmoved , Unshaken ...
... fire . Then , who created thee lamenting learn , When , who can uncreate thee , thou shalt know . ' " So spake the seraph Abdiel , faithful found , Among the faithless , faithful only he ; Among innumerable false , unmoved , Unshaken ...
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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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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...
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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...
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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.
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