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... Rise and Fall of Wolsey The True Objects of Desire Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to the Comedy of A Word to the Wise W. J. Courthope 245 248 • 249 · 250 251 · · 253 JOHN WESLEY ( 1703-1791 ) ...
... Rise and Fall of Wolsey The True Objects of Desire Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to the Comedy of A Word to the Wise W. J. Courthope 245 248 • 249 · 250 251 · · 253 JOHN WESLEY ( 1703-1791 ) ...
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... rise . ' Twas then great Marlbro's mighty soul was prov'd , That , in the shock of charging hosts unmov'd , Amidst confusion , horror , and despair , Examin'd all the dreadful scenes of war ; In peaceful thought the field of death ...
... rise . ' Twas then great Marlbro's mighty soul was prov'd , That , in the shock of charging hosts unmov'd , Amidst confusion , horror , and despair , Examin'd all the dreadful scenes of war ; In peaceful thought the field of death ...
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... rising tempests shakes a guilty land , Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And pleas'd th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . WILLIAM ...
... rising tempests shakes a guilty land , Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past , Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And pleas'd th ' Almighty's orders to perform , Rides in the whirlwind , and directs the storm . WILLIAM ...
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... rise , And bend beneath the burden of the skies ; His towering brows aloft no tempests know , Whilst lightning flies ... rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring with smiling verdure here Warms the ...
... rise , And bend beneath the burden of the skies ; His towering brows aloft no tempests know , Whilst lightning flies ... rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring with smiling verdure here Warms the ...
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... rising hills , and silent dales , Cool grottos , silver brooks , and flowery vales , Groves fill'd with balmy shrubs , in pomp appear , And scent with gales of sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait ...
... rising hills , and silent dales , Cool grottos , silver brooks , and flowery vales , Groves fill'd with balmy shrubs , in pomp appear , And scent with gales of sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait ...
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Page 568 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 331 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 373 - ... how often have I blessed the coming day when toil remitting lent its turn to play, and all the village train, from labour free, led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Page 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 551 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 565 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?