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... bleft the nuptial bed . In Ifrael fome believe him whelp'd long fince , When the proud fanhedrim opprefs'd the prince , Or , fince he will be Jew , derive him higher , When Corah with his brethren did confpire From Mofes ' hand the ...
... bleft the nuptial bed . In Ifrael fome believe him whelp'd long fince , When the proud fanhedrim opprefs'd the prince , Or , fince he will be Jew , derive him higher , When Corah with his brethren did confpire From Mofes ' hand the ...
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... bleft , Become your dwelling - place of everlasting reft ; Not for a night , or quick revolving year , Welcome an owner , not a fojourner . This peaceful feat my poverty secures ; War feldom enters but where wealth allures : Nor yet ...
... bleft , Become your dwelling - place of everlasting reft ; Not for a night , or quick revolving year , Welcome an owner , not a fojourner . This peaceful feat my poverty secures ; War feldom enters but where wealth allures : Nor yet ...
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... bleft Saviour's blood difcharge the mighty fum . Thus ( the purfued ) I discipline a fon , Whofe uncheck'd fury to revenge would run : He champs the bit , impatient of his lofs , And ftarts afide , and flounders at the crofs . Inftruct ...
... bleft Saviour's blood difcharge the mighty fum . Thus ( the purfued ) I discipline a fon , Whofe uncheck'd fury to revenge would run : He champs the bit , impatient of his lofs , And ftarts afide , and flounders at the crofs . Inftruct ...
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... bleft above , leave him to rule below . Enough already has the year forefhow'd His wonted courfe , the fea has overflow'd , The meads were floated with a weeping spring , And frighten'd birds in woods forgot to fing : The The ftrong ...
... bleft above , leave him to rule below . Enough already has the year forefhow'd His wonted courfe , the fea has overflow'd , The meads were floated with a weeping spring , And frighten'd birds in woods forgot to fing : The The ftrong ...
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... bleft , And prelude to the realms perpetual rest ! Let his baptifinal drops for us atone ; Luftrations for offences not his own . } Let Confcience , which is intereft ill difguis'd , In the fame font be cleans'd , and all the land ...
... bleft , And prelude to the realms perpetual rest ! Let his baptifinal drops for us atone ; Luftrations for offences not his own . } Let Confcience , which is intereft ill difguis'd , In the fame font be cleans'd , and all the land ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical ..., Volum 14,Side 2 Samuel Johnson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1779 |
The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical ..., Volum 14,Side 2 Samuel Johnson Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 1779 |
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ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL againſt AMYNTAS Becauſe beft beſt bleffing bleft blood boaſt breaſt call'd caufe cauſe church cloſe confcience defign'd durft eaſe ev'n facred fafely faid fair faith fame fate fatire fear fects fecure feems feen fenfe fent feven fhall fhould fighing fight fince fing firft firſt foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure fweet grace heaven himſelf Hind honour houſe increaſe intereft juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs lov'd mighty MOMUS moſt Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er never numbers o'er Panther play pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prefent prince PROLOGUE race raiſe reafon reft reſt rhyme rife ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkies ſky ſpace ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou treaſure true twas verfe virtue Whig Whofe wife yourſelves
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Side 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Side 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Side 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Side 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Side 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Side 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Side 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Side 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Side 218 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Side 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.