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... fires ; Feels the fame ardour to his breast convey'd , Is what he fees , and emulates the shade . Thy ftrokes , great Artift , fo fublime appear , They check our pleasure with an awful fear ; While , thro ' the mortal line , the God you ...
... fires ; Feels the fame ardour to his breast convey'd , Is what he fees , and emulates the shade . Thy ftrokes , great Artift , fo fublime appear , They check our pleasure with an awful fear ; While , thro ' the mortal line , the God you ...
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... fire Heav'ns guardian care demands , And at his feet the watchful angel stands . The form auguft and large , the mien divine Betray the founder of Meffiah's line . Lo ! from his loins the promis'd ftem afcends , And high to Heaven its ...
... fire Heav'ns guardian care demands , And at his feet the watchful angel stands . The form auguft and large , the mien divine Betray the founder of Meffiah's line . Lo ! from his loins the promis'd ftem afcends , And high to Heaven its ...
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... fire . And lo ! in Hezekiah's golden reign , Long - exil'd piety returns again ; Again , in genuine purity fhe fhines , And with her prefence gilds the long - neglected fhrines . Ill - ftarr'd does proud Affyria's impious † Lord Bid ...
... fire . And lo ! in Hezekiah's golden reign , Long - exil'd piety returns again ; Again , in genuine purity fhe fhines , And with her prefence gilds the long - neglected fhrines . Ill - ftarr'd does proud Affyria's impious † Lord Bid ...
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... fire divine , And Heav'n has left thy folitary shrine . Yet , in thy courts , hereafter shalt thou fee Prefence immediate of the Deity , The light himself reveal'd , the God confefs'd in Thee . And now , at length , the fated term of ...
... fire divine , And Heav'n has left thy folitary shrine . Yet , in thy courts , hereafter shalt thou fee Prefence immediate of the Deity , The light himself reveal'd , the God confefs'd in Thee . And now , at length , the fated term of ...
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... fire ; I feel , I feel , with fudden heat , My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear , A thousand widows ' fhrieks I hear : Give me another horse I cry , Lo ! the bafe Gallic fquadrons fly ; Whence is this ...
... fire ; I feel , I feel , with fudden heat , My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear , A thousand widows ' fhrieks I hear : Give me another horse I cry , Lo ! the bafe Gallic fquadrons fly ; Whence is this ...
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Page 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 65 - 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.
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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.