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... rage fubdu'd Of Ammon's fons , and drench'd his fword in blood . And doft thou , Ahaz , Judah's fcourge , difgrace , With thy bafe front , the glories of thy race ? * ЈОАТНАМ . See the vile King his iron fceptre bear ---- His 18 THE ...
... rage fubdu'd Of Ammon's fons , and drench'd his fword in blood . And doft thou , Ahaz , Judah's fcourge , difgrace , With thy bafe front , the glories of thy race ? * ЈОАТНАМ . See the vile King his iron fceptre bear ---- His 18 THE ...
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... fpare , Still may they bloom , as permanent as fair , All the vain rage of wafting time repell , And his Tribunal fee , whofe Crofs they paint fo well . A FRAGMENT . BY MR . MALLET . FAIR AIR THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 23.
... fpare , Still may they bloom , as permanent as fair , All the vain rage of wafting time repell , And his Tribunal fee , whofe Crofs they paint fo well . A FRAGMENT . BY MR . MALLET . FAIR AIR THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 23.
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... rage ? ---- what fpirit , fay , To battle hurries me away ? " Tis FANCY , in her fiery car , Tranfports me to the thickest war ; There whirls me o'er the hills of flain , Where tumult and deftruction reign ; Where mad with pain , the ...
... rage ? ---- what fpirit , fay , To battle hurries me away ? " Tis FANCY , in her fiery car , Tranfports me to the thickest war ; There whirls me o'er the hills of flain , Where tumult and deftruction reign ; Where mad with pain , the ...
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... rage o'er all my coast ; See ! Hydra Faction spread it's impious reign , Poison each breast , and madden ev'ry brain : Hence frontlefs crowds , that not content to fright The blushing Cynthia from her throne of night , Blaft the fair ...
... rage o'er all my coast ; See ! Hydra Faction spread it's impious reign , Poison each breast , and madden ev'ry brain : Hence frontlefs crowds , that not content to fright The blushing Cynthia from her throne of night , Blaft the fair ...
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... , Soft as my stream , ' in tuneful numbers flow ? Yet ftrove his Muse , by fame or envy led , To tear the laurels from a fifter's head ? --- Mifguided youth ! with rude unclaffic rage To blot the 48 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS .
... , Soft as my stream , ' in tuneful numbers flow ? Yet ftrove his Muse , by fame or envy led , To tear the laurels from a fifter's head ? --- Mifguided youth ! with rude unclaffic rage To blot the 48 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS .
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Page 69 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 65 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 67 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Page 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 65 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.