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... pain is our delight ; But pains unfelt produce the pleafing fight . Tis pleasant alfo , to behold from far , The moving legions mingled in the war : But much more fweet the lab'ring steps to guide , To virtue's heights , with wifdomn ...
... pain is our delight ; But pains unfelt produce the pleafing fight . Tis pleasant alfo , to behold from far , The moving legions mingled in the war : But much more fweet the lab'ring steps to guide , To virtue's heights , with wifdomn ...
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... pain . Sooth'd with the found , the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks , his ardent eyes ; And while he ...
... pain . Sooth'd with the found , the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the The mafter faw the madnefs rife ; His glowing cheeks , his ardent eyes ; And while he ...
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... pain , Gaz'd on the fair , That caus'd his care , And figh'd and look'd , Sigh'd and look'd , Sigh'd and look'd , and figh'd again ; At length with love and wine at once oppress'd , The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast ! Now ...
... pain , Gaz'd on the fair , That caus'd his care , And figh'd and look'd , Sigh'd and look'd , Sigh'd and look'd , and figh'd again ; At length with love and wine at once oppress'd , The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast ! Now ...
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... pain , the blifs , of dying ! Ceafe , fond nature , cease thy ftrife , And let me languifh into life ! Hark ! they whisper ; angels fay , Sifter Spirit , come away ! What is this abforbs me quite ? Steals my fenfes , fhuts my fight ...
... pain , the blifs , of dying ! Ceafe , fond nature , cease thy ftrife , And let me languifh into life ! Hark ! they whisper ; angels fay , Sifter Spirit , come away ! What is this abforbs me quite ? Steals my fenfes , fhuts my fight ...
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... pain , And measur'd back his steps to earth again . To what exceffes had his dotage run ! But God to fave the father took the fon .. To all but thee in fits it feem'd to go ; ( And ' twas my ministry to deal the blow . ) The poor fond ...
... pain , And measur'd back his steps to earth again . To what exceffes had his dotage run ! But God to fave the father took the fon .. To all but thee in fits it feem'd to go ; ( And ' twas my ministry to deal the blow . ) The poor fond ...
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Page 100 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 7 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 227 - 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.
Page 128 - That cast an awful Look below; Whose ragged Walls the Ivy creeps, And with her Arms from...
Page 30 - Lo ! these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day ! So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others good, or melt at others woe.
Page 105 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Page 225 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 201 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 86 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Page 32 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart : Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.