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... , around . 10 IV . YE blustering brethren of the skies , Whose breath has ruffled all the watery plain , Retire , and let Britannia rise , In triumph o'er the main . Serene and calm , and void of fear , The SONGS . 39.
... , around . 10 IV . YE blustering brethren of the skies , Whose breath has ruffled all the watery plain , Retire , and let Britannia rise , In triumph o'er the main . Serene and calm , and void of fear , The SONGS . 39.
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John Dryden. Serene and calm , and void of fear , The Queen of Islands must appear : Serene and calm , as when the Spring The new created world began , And birds on boughs did softly sing Their peaceful homage paid to man ; While Eurus ...
John Dryden. Serene and calm , and void of fear , The Queen of Islands must appear : Serene and calm , as when the Spring The new created world began , And birds on boughs did softly sing Their peaceful homage paid to man ; While Eurus ...
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... fear these , our ene- mies , That rather seem to us like deities ? QUE . By their protection , let us beg to live ; They came not here to conquer , but forgive . If so , your goodness may your power express , And we shall judge both ...
... fear these , our ene- mies , That rather seem to us like deities ? QUE . By their protection , let us beg to live ; They came not here to conquer , but forgive . If so , your goodness may your power express , And we shall judge both ...
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... fear . 15 20 He saw his way ; but in so swift a pace , To choose the ground might be to lose the race . They then , who of each trip the advantage take , Find but those faults , which they want wit to make . EPILOGUE TO THE WILD GALLANT ...
... fear . 15 20 He saw his way ; but in so swift a pace , To choose the ground might be to lose the race . They then , who of each trip the advantage take , Find but those faults , which they want wit to make . EPILOGUE TO THE WILD GALLANT ...
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... fear scarce o'er , Expecting famine on a desert shore . From that hard climate we must wait for bread , 5 Whence e'en the natives , forc'd by hunger , fled . Our stage does human chance present to view , But ne'er before was seen so ...
... fear scarce o'er , Expecting famine on a desert shore . From that hard climate we must wait for bread , 5 Whence e'en the natives , forc'd by hunger , fled . Our stage does human chance present to view , But ne'er before was seen so ...
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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.