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... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . Others with tow'ring piles may please the sight And in their proud aspiring domes delight ...
... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . Others with tow'ring piles may please the sight And in their proud aspiring domes delight ...
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... O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her own ; In such a night let me abroad remain , Till morning breaks and all's confused again ; Our cares , our toils , our clamours are renewed , Our ...
... O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her own ; In such a night let me abroad remain , Till morning breaks and all's confused again ; Our cares , our toils , our clamours are renewed , Our ...
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... o'er , Yet , Alexander , have a care , And shock the sex no more . We rule the world our life's whole race , Men but assume that right , First slaves to every tempting face , Then martyrs to our spite . You of one Orpheus sure have read ...
... o'er , Yet , Alexander , have a care , And shock the sex no more . We rule the world our life's whole race , Men but assume that right , First slaves to every tempting face , Then martyrs to our spite . You of one Orpheus sure have read ...
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... o'er th ' unbending corn , and skims along the main . Hear how Timotheus ' vary'd lays surprise , And bid alternate passions fall and rise ! While at each change , the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory , and then melts with love ...
... o'er th ' unbending corn , and skims along the main . Hear how Timotheus ' vary'd lays surprise , And bid alternate passions fall and rise ! While at each change , the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory , and then melts with love ...
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... o'er the purpled main , Than , issuing forth , the rival of his beams Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames . Fair nymphs , and well - drest youths around her shone , But every eye was fix'd on her alone . On her white breast a ...
... o'er the purpled main , Than , issuing forth , the rival of his beams Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames . Fair nymphs , and well - drest youths around her shone , But every eye was fix'd on her alone . On her white breast a ...
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Page 369 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
Page 366 - 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 556 - 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 539 - 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 512 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Page 592 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 595 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
Page 248 - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
Page 278 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Page 361 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.