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Page 18
His Bulk is charg'd with such a furious Soul , That Clouds of Smoke from his
fpread Nostrils roll , As from a Furnace ; and , when rous'd his Ire , Fate issues
from his Jaws in Streams of Fire . The Rage of Tempefts , and the Roar of Seas ,
Thy ...
His Bulk is charg'd with such a furious Soul , That Clouds of Smoke from his
fpread Nostrils roll , As from a Furnace ; and , when rous'd his Ire , Fate issues
from his Jaws in Streams of Fire . The Rage of Tempefts , and the Roar of Seas ,
Thy ...
Page 24
... And breathe blue Fire , could more assault his Heart , Confus'd , and struck
with Silence at the Deed , He flies , but trembling fails to fly with Speed . His Steps
the Youth pursues ; the Country lay Perplex'd with Roads ; a Servant Show'd the
...
... And breathe blue Fire , could more assault his Heart , Confus'd , and struck
with Silence at the Deed , He flies , but trembling fails to fly with Speed . His Steps
the Youth pursues ; the Country lay Perplex'd with Roads ; a Servant Show'd the
...
Page 26
Conscious of wanting Worth , he views the Bowl , And feels Compassion touch
his grateful Soul . Thus Artists melt the sullen Ore of Lead , With heaping Coals of
Fire upon its Head ; In In the kind Warmth the Metal learns to glow , [ 26 1.
Conscious of wanting Worth , he views the Bowl , And feels Compassion touch
his grateful Soul . Thus Artists melt the sullen Ore of Lead , With heaping Coals of
Fire upon its Head ; In In the kind Warmth the Metal learns to glow , [ 26 1.
Page 102
... Back to its Mansion call the fleeting Breath ? Can Honour's Voice provoke the
silent Duit , Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold Ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected
Spot is laid Some Heart once pregnant with celestial - Fire ; Hands , that the Rod
...
... Back to its Mansion call the fleeting Breath ? Can Honour's Voice provoke the
silent Duit , Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold Ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected
Spot is laid Some Heart once pregnant with celestial - Fire ; Hands , that the Rod
...
Page 129
In vain the Rebels seek to fly , In vain they to their Idols cry , No Arm had they to
save : Not sooner , by fome rapid Fire , The Chaff is burnt , than they expire . Amid
their wat'ry Grave . 9. Thou , LORD , didit blow , and at thy Blast The mighty ...
In vain the Rebels seek to fly , In vain they to their Idols cry , No Arm had they to
save : Not sooner , by fome rapid Fire , The Chaff is burnt , than they expire . Amid
their wat'ry Grave . 9. Thou , LORD , didit blow , and at thy Blast The mighty ...
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Page 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
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Page 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
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| Title | Select lessons in prose and verse, from various authors, to which are added a few original pieces |
| Author | Select lessons |
| Edition | 4 |
| Published | 1785 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 22 Sep 2006 |
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