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... leave the world behind . I could not bear , Another year , The load of humankind . Enter MOMUS laughing . MOMUS . Ha ha ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack , And lighten thy back , The world was a fool , e'er ...
... leave the world behind . I could not bear , Another year , The load of humankind . Enter MOMUS laughing . MOMUS . Ha ha ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack , And lighten thy back , The world was a fool , e'er ...
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... leave my brains . AMYNTAS . Body join'd to body , and heart join'd to heart , To make sure of the cure , 25 Go call the man in black , to mumble o'er his part . PHILLIS . But suppose he should stay AMYNTAS . At worst if he delay , ' Tis ...
... leave my brains . AMYNTAS . Body join'd to body , and heart join'd to heart , To make sure of the cure , 25 Go call the man in black , to mumble o'er his part . PHILLIS . But suppose he should stay AMYNTAS . At worst if he delay , ' Tis ...
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... leaving you your censures free , You equal judges of the whole will be : They judge but half , who only faults will see . Poets , like lovers , should be bold and dare , They spoil their business with an over care ; And he , who ...
... leaving you your censures free , You equal judges of the whole will be : They judge but half , who only faults will see . Poets , like lovers , should be bold and dare , They spoil their business with an over care ; And he , who ...
Page 84
... leave the true ? 15 Why should he quit for hopes his certain good , And loath the manna of his daily food ? Must England still the scene of changes be , Tost and tempestuous , like our ambient sea ? Must still our weather and our wills ...
... leave the true ? 15 Why should he quit for hopes his certain good , And loath the manna of his daily food ? Must England still the scene of changes be , Tost and tempestuous , like our ambient sea ? Must still our weather and our wills ...
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... leave you what your Maker meant you . Satire was once your physic , wit your food ; One nourish'd not , and t ' other drew no blood : We now prescribe , like doctors in despair , The diet your weak appetites can bear . Since hearty beef ...
... leave you what your Maker meant you . Satire was once your physic , wit your food ; One nourish'd not , and t ' other drew no blood : We now prescribe , like doctors in despair , The diet your weak appetites can bear . Since hearty beef ...
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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.