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... O'er look the foe , advantaged by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host ; Though fens and floods possessed the middle space , That unprovoked they would have feared to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's ...
... O'er look the foe , advantaged by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host ; Though fens and floods possessed the middle space , That unprovoked they would have feared to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's ...
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... O'er look the foe , advantaged by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host ; Though fens and floods possessed the middle space , That unprovoked they would have feared to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's ...
... O'er look the foe , advantaged by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host ; Though fens and floods possessed the middle space , That unprovoked they would have feared to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's ...
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... o'er pale Britannia passed , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast , And , pleased th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . [ DIVINE ODE ] I The spacious firmament on high , With all the ...
... o'er pale Britannia passed , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast , And , pleased th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . [ DIVINE ODE ] I The spacious firmament on high , With all the ...
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... o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky , Th ' eternal snows appear already past , And the first clouds and mountains seem the last ; But , those attained , we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthened way , Th ...
... o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky , Th ' eternal snows appear already past , And the first clouds and mountains seem the last ; But , those attained , we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthened way , Th ...
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... o'er th ' unbending corn , and skims along the main . Hear how Timotheus ' varied lays surprise , And bid alternate passions fall and rise ! While , at each change , the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory , and then melts with love ...
... o'er th ' unbending corn , and skims along the main . Hear how Timotheus ' varied lays surprise , And bid alternate passions fall and rise ! While , at each change , the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory , and then melts with love ...
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Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned crown dear divine dread e'er earth Erasmus Darwin eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre mankind Matthew Prior maun mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poetry poor praise pride proud rage RICHARD JAGO rise round scene sentimentalism shade shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spread springs sweet tears thee thine thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Page 212 - I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned...
Page 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Page 228 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Page 137 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee. Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 177 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 179 - 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 resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 259 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 209 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 24 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 212 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 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...