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Who this high gift of strength committed to me , In what part lodg'd , how easily
bereft me , Under the seal of silence could not keep , But weakly to a woman
must reveal it , 50 O'ercome with importunity and tears . O impotence of mind , in
body ...
Who this high gift of strength committed to me , In what part lodg'd , how easily
bereft me , Under the seal of silence could not keep , But weakly to a woman
must reveal it , 50 O'ercome with importunity and tears . O impotence of mind , in
body ...
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... Who tore the lion , as the lion tears the kid , Ran on imbattel'd armies clad in
iron , And weaponless himself , 130 Made arms ridiculous , useless the forgery Of
brazen shield and spear , the hammer'd cuirass , Chalybean temper'd steel , and
...
... Who tore the lion , as the lion tears the kid , Ran on imbattel'd armies clad in
iron , And weaponless himself , 130 Made arms ridiculous , useless the forgery Of
brazen shield and spear , the hammer'd cuirass , Chalybean temper'd steel , and
...
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... 195 Blindness , for had I fight , confus'd with Thame , How could I once look up
, or heave the head , Who like a foolish pilot have shipwrack'd My vessel trusted
to me from above , Gloriously rigg'd ; and for a word , a tear , Fool , have divulg'd
...
... 195 Blindness , for had I fight , confus'd with Thame , How could I once look up
, or heave the head , Who like a foolish pilot have shipwrack'd My vessel trusted
to me from above , Gloriously rigg'd ; and for a word , a tear , Fool , have divulg'd
...
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Yet on the moves , now stands , and eyes thee fix'd , About thave spoke , but now
, with head declin'd Like a fair flower surcharg'd with dew , she weeps , And
words address'd seem into tears dissolv'd , Wetting the borders of her filken veil ...
Yet on the moves , now stands , and eyes thee fix'd , About thave spoke , but now
, with head declin'd Like a fair flower surcharg'd with dew , she weeps , And
words address'd seem into tears dissolv'd , Wetting the borders of her filken veil ...
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Not for thy life , lest fierce remembrance wake My fadden rage to tear thee joint by
joint . At distance I forgive thee , go with that ; Bewail thy fallhood , and the pious
works 955 It hath brought forth to make thee memorable Among illustrious ...
Not for thy life , lest fierce remembrance wake My fadden rage to tear thee joint by
joint . At distance I forgive thee , go with that ; Bewail thy fallhood , and the pious
works 955 It hath brought forth to make thee memorable Among illustrious ...
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Page 163 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 102 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
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Page 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
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Page 10 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Page 106 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Page 159 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 308 - But here the main skill and groundwork will be to temper them such lectures and explanations upon every opportunity as may lead and draw them in willing obedience; inflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God and famous to all ages...
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| Title | The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 12 The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, English poets |
| Author | English poets |
| Published | 1790 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
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