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... lost , unless you love ; While that sweet passion you disdain , Your veil and beauty are in vain : In pity then prevent my fate , For after dying all reprieve's too late . 15 SONG . HIGH state and honours to others impart , But give me ...
... lost , unless you love ; While that sweet passion you disdain , Your veil and beauty are in vain : In pity then prevent my fate , For after dying all reprieve's too late . 15 SONG . HIGH state and honours to others impart , But give me ...
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... lost man's redemption died ; And equal adoration be , Eternal Paraclete , to thee . 20 25 30 35 35 V. 39. Eternal Paraclete ] This is a most elegant and beau- tiful little morsel , and one of his most correct compositions . Its poetry ...
... lost man's redemption died ; And equal adoration be , Eternal Paraclete , to thee . 20 25 30 35 35 V. 39. Eternal Paraclete ] This is a most elegant and beau- tiful little morsel , and one of his most correct compositions . Its poetry ...
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... lost last night ; All servants , whom their mistress ' scorn upbraids ; All maudlin lovers , and all slighted maids ; All , who are out of humour , or severe ; All , that want wit , or hope to find it here . 35 PROLOGUE TO THE INDIAN ...
... lost last night ; All servants , whom their mistress ' scorn upbraids ; All maudlin lovers , and all slighted maids ; All , who are out of humour , or severe ; All , that want wit , or hope to find it here . 35 PROLOGUE TO THE INDIAN ...
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... lost : 15 But if you smile on all , then these designs , Like the imperfect treasure of our minds , Will pass for current wheresoe'er they go , When to your bounteous hands their stamps they owe . EPILOGUE TO THE INDIAN EMPEROR . BY A ...
... lost : 15 But if you smile on all , then these designs , Like the imperfect treasure of our minds , Will pass for current wheresoe'er they go , When to your bounteous hands their stamps they owe . EPILOGUE TO THE INDIAN EMPEROR . BY A ...
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... lost his way . But , what ' s so common , to make pleasant too , Is more than any wit can always do . For ' tis like Turks , with hen and rice to treat ; To make regalios out of common meat . But , in your diet , you grow savages : 5 10 ...
... lost his way . But , what ' s so common , to make pleasant too , Is more than any wit can always do . For ' tis like Turks , with hen and rice to treat ; To make regalios out of common meat . But , in your diet , you grow savages : 5 10 ...
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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.