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... SACRED ECLOGUE РАСМ ix 1 • ་ 7 12 · 0 · 15 18 20 23 WINDSOR FOREST 27 · ODE ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY . 37 TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS . 41 ODE ON SOLITUDE • • 43 THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . · 44 • ESSAY ON CRITICISM THE ...
... SACRED ECLOGUE РАСМ ix 1 • ་ 7 12 · 0 · 15 18 20 23 WINDSOR FOREST 27 · ODE ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY . 37 TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS . 41 ODE ON SOLITUDE • • 43 THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . · 44 • ESSAY ON CRITICISM THE ...
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... sacred spring , While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing ; Let vernal airs through trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no ...
... sacred spring , While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing ; Let vernal airs through trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no ...
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... sacred monarchs bears ; Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes . DAPHNIS . Nay tell me first , in what more happy fields The thistle springs , to which the lily yields : And then a ...
... sacred monarchs bears ; Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes . DAPHNIS . Nay tell me first , in what more happy fields The thistle springs , to which the lily yields : And then a ...
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... sacred Isis glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ? As in the crystal spring I view my face , Fresh - rising blushes paint the watery glass ; But since those graces please thy eyes no more , I shun the fountains which I ...
... sacred Isis glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ? As in the crystal spring I view my face , Fresh - rising blushes paint the watery glass ; But since those graces please thy eyes no more , I shun the fountains which I ...
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... sacred succour bring ; Hylas and Egon's rural lays I sing . Thou , whom the Nine with Plautus ' wit inspire , The art of Terence , and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and ...
... sacred succour bring ; Hylas and Egon's rural lays I sing . Thou , whom the Nine with Plautus ' wit inspire , The art of Terence , and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and ...
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Page 219 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 249 - FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Page 223 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.
Page 293 - Dreading even fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise: — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaistered posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers' load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 50 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 365 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 44 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 249 - Oh ! while along the stream of time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame ; Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
Page 96 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love...
Page 292 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.