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... desire ; My death's wound you give , though far off I bear My fall from your sight — not to cost you a tear : * This song , written on the death of Captain Digby , has been given by Mr. Malone in his Life of Dryden , on account , he ...
... desire ; My death's wound you give , though far off I bear My fall from your sight — not to cost you a tear : * This song , written on the death of Captain Digby , has been given by Mr. Malone in his Life of Dryden , on account , he ...
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... desires , Has broken his bow , and extinguish'd his fires : 10 And vows that himself and his mother will mourn , Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return . Forbear your addresses , and court us no more , For we will perform what the ...
... desires , Has broken his bow , and extinguish'd his fires : 10 And vows that himself and his mother will mourn , Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return . Forbear your addresses , and court us no more , For we will perform what the ...
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... desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarg❜d the former narrow bounds , And added length to solemn sounds , 165 With nature's mother - wit , and arts ...
... desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarg❜d the former narrow bounds , And added length to solemn sounds , 165 With nature's mother - wit , and arts ...
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... desire Has no food to its fire ; But it burns and consumes me within . SHE . Yet , at least , ' tis a pleasure to know That you are not unhappy alone : For the nymph you adore Is as wretched , and more ; And counts all your sufferings ...
... desire Has no food to its fire ; But it burns and consumes me within . SHE . Yet , at least , ' tis a pleasure to know That you are not unhappy alone : For the nymph you adore Is as wretched , and more ; And counts all your sufferings ...
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... desires , What charming objects dost thou yield ! ' Tis sweet , when tedious night expires , To see the rosy morning gild The mountain - tops , and paint the field ! But when Clarinda comes in sight , She makes the summer's day more ...
... desires , What charming objects dost thou yield ! ' Tis sweet , when tedious night expires , To see the rosy morning gild The mountain - tops , and paint the field ! But when Clarinda comes in sight , She makes the summer's day more ...
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Page 16 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Page 18 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes...
Page 17 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing.
Page 18 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 19 - Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 14 - And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above — Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god ; Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Page 176 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have...
Page 13 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 19 - 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.