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... Heav'n reveals not what , or how , or where : Warn'd by thy sylph , O pious maid , beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all , but most beware of man ! ' He said ; when Shock , who thought she slept too long ...
... Heav'n reveals not what , or how , or where : Warn'd by thy sylph , O pious maid , beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all , but most beware of man ! ' He said ; when Shock , who thought she slept too long ...
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... Heav'n , and every pow'r ador'd , But chiefly Love - to Love an altar built , Of twelve vast French romances , neatly guilt . There lay three garters , half a pair of gloves , And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender ...
... Heav'n , and every pow'r ador'd , But chiefly Love - to Love an altar built , Of twelve vast French romances , neatly guilt . There lay three garters , half a pair of gloves , And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender ...
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... heav'n has doom'd that Shock must fall . Haste then , ye spirits ! to your charge repair : The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops to thee , Brillante , we consign ; And , Momentilla , let the watch be thine ; Do thou ...
... heav'n has doom'd that Shock must fall . Haste then , ye spirits ! to your charge repair : The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops to thee , Brillante , we consign ; And , Momentilla , let the watch be thine ; Do thou ...
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... Heav'n are cast , When husbands , or when lap - dogs , breathe their last ; Or when rich China vessels , fall'n from high , In glittering dust and painted fragments lie ! ' Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine , ' The victor cry ...
... Heav'n are cast , When husbands , or when lap - dogs , breathe their last ; Or when rich China vessels , fall'n from high , In glittering dust and painted fragments lie ! ' Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine , ' The victor cry ...
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... heav'n trembles all around , Blue Neptune storms , the bellowing deeps resound ; Earth shakes her nodding tow'rs , the ground gives way , And the pale ghosts start at the flash of day ! Triumphant Umbriel , on a sconce's height , Clapp ...
... heav'n trembles all around , Blue Neptune storms , the bellowing deeps resound ; Earth shakes her nodding tow'rs , the ground gives way , And the pale ghosts start at the flash of day ! Triumphant Umbriel , on a sconce's height , Clapp ...
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Balaam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful dear death delight dread dreams dydd e'er eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond fools gentle golden reign grace grief groves hand hear heart Heav'n hour JOHN HENRY MOORE lord lov'd lyre maid maun maze of Fate mind morn mournful Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive pity pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage raptures reign rills rise round sacred scene scorn shade shine sighs skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprite strain sweet sweet oblivion sylphs tears tender Thalestris thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling Twas vale virtue wave ween weep wild wind wings wretch wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth
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Page 257 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever...
Page 246 - Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
Page 82 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 183 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
Page 365 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Page 420 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Page 271 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 220 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 270 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Page 273 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.