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Side 53
... sounds prophetic are too rough to suit Ears long accustom'd to the pleasing lute : They scorn'd his inspiration and his theme , Pronounced him frantic , and his fears a dream ; With self - indulgence wing'd the fleeting hours , Till the ...
... sounds prophetic are too rough to suit Ears long accustom'd to the pleasing lute : They scorn'd his inspiration and his theme , Pronounced him frantic , and his fears a dream ; With self - indulgence wing'd the fleeting hours , Till the ...
Side 70
... sound of truth will then be sure to please : And truth alone , where'er my life be cast , In scenes of plenty , or the pining waste , Shall be my chosen theme , my glory to the last . HOPE . doceas iter , et sacra ostia pandas . 70 ...
... sound of truth will then be sure to please : And truth alone , where'er my life be cast , In scenes of plenty , or the pining waste , Shall be my chosen theme , my glory to the last . HOPE . doceas iter , et sacra ostia pandas . 70 ...
Side 72
... sounds , The yellow tilth , green meads , rocks , rising grounds , Streams edged with osiers , fatt'ning every field , Where'er they flow , now seen and now conceal'd ; From the blue rim , where skies and mountains meet , Down to the ...
... sounds , The yellow tilth , green meads , rocks , rising grounds , Streams edged with osiers , fatt'ning every field , Where'er they flow , now seen and now conceal'd ; From the blue rim , where skies and mountains meet , Down to the ...
Side 77
... lamps be- Proclaim their titles to the crowd around , But they that wore them move not at the sound ; The coronet , placed idly at their head , Adds nothing now to the degraded dead ; And even the star , that glitters on the bier HOPE . 77.
... lamps be- Proclaim their titles to the crowd around , But they that wore them move not at the sound ; The coronet , placed idly at their head , Adds nothing now to the degraded dead ; And even the star , that glitters on the bier HOPE . 77.
Side 79
William Cowper. He sent a servant forth by every road , To sound his horn , and publish it abroad , That all might mark - knight , menial , high , and low , An ord'nance it ... sound . Such is the clamour of rooks , daws , and HOPE . 79.
William Cowper. He sent a servant forth by every road , To sound his horn , and publish it abroad , That all might mark - knight , menial , high , and low , An ord'nance it ... sound . Such is the clamour of rooks , daws , and HOPE . 79.
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