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... Dear Chloe , what means this disdain .. 515 An Epistle from the King of Prussia to Mon- Page The Power of Harmony : a Poem , in two Books . 519 Book 1. The Harmony of Music , Poetry , and the imitative Arts II . The Harmony of Nature A ...
... Dear Chloe , what means this disdain .. 515 An Epistle from the King of Prussia to Mon- Page The Power of Harmony : a Poem , in two Books . 519 Book 1. The Harmony of Music , Poetry , and the imitative Arts II . The Harmony of Nature A ...
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... dear , Galene drest in smiles and lilly - white , And Phao , with her snowy bosom bare , All these , and more than these , a dainty sight ! In daunce and merriment and sweet belgards de- light . [ sat Around the bark they daunce ...
... dear , Galene drest in smiles and lilly - white , And Phao , with her snowy bosom bare , All these , and more than these , a dainty sight ! In daunce and merriment and sweet belgards de- light . [ sat Around the bark they daunce ...
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... dear ! By Muses visited , may catch the lays , Sweet - pouring streams of nectar on the ear , And from their lips , in vision , learn to raise Their loves and fame , to brighten future days . Thee fits not , Thomalin , a simple swain ...
... dear ! By Muses visited , may catch the lays , Sweet - pouring streams of nectar on the ear , And from their lips , in vision , learn to raise Their loves and fame , to brighten future days . Thee fits not , Thomalin , a simple swain ...
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... Dear Ianthe both supplies : Thee , Cecilia , thee we find In her form and in her mind , The angel in her voice and eyes ! CHORUS . Happy , O beyond expressing ! He who tastes th ' immortal blessing Dear Ianthe may bestow ! Beauty in its ...
... Dear Ianthe both supplies : Thee , Cecilia , thee we find In her form and in her mind , The angel in her voice and eyes ! CHORUS . Happy , O beyond expressing ! He who tastes th ' immortal blessing Dear Ianthe may bestow ! Beauty in its ...
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... dear , beautiful cause of my doom May steal , by the star - light , and visit my tomb : My ghost , if one sigh shall but heave in her breast , Tho ' restless without it , contented will rest . TO THE AUTHOR OF LEONIDAS , A POEM . AN ...
... dear , beautiful cause of my doom May steal , by the star - light , and visit my tomb : My ghost , if one sigh shall but heave in her breast , Tho ' restless without it , contented will rest . TO THE AUTHOR OF LEONIDAS , A POEM . AN ...
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Page 141 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, .And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Page 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Page 139 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman 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 141 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Page 219 - Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered : others said, An angel spake to him.
Page 242 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
Page 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
Page 141 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 589 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Page 262 - Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, and he shall bring it to pass.