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... III . 264 The Cock and the Fox . 306 race . The Second Epode of Horace To His Grace the Duke of Ormond . Preface prefixed to the Fables • To Her Grace the Duchess of Ormond SONGS , ODES , AND A MASQUE . THE FAIR CONTENTS .
... III . 264 The Cock and the Fox . 306 race . The Second Epode of Horace To His Grace the Duke of Ormond . Preface prefixed to the Fables • To Her Grace the Duchess of Ormond SONGS , ODES , AND A MASQUE . THE FAIR CONTENTS .
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... race ; And trees uprooted left their place , Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher : When to her organ vocal breath was given , An angel heard , and straight appear'd Mistaking earth for heaven . GRAND ...
... race ; And trees uprooted left their place , Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher : When to her organ vocal breath was given , An angel heard , and straight appear'd Mistaking earth for heaven . GRAND ...
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... race . Behold , behold , the goal in sight , Spread thy fans , and wing thy flight . 5 Enter CHRONOS , with a scythe in his hand , and a globe on his back , which he sets down at his entrance . CHRONOS . Weary , weary of my weight , Let ...
... race . Behold , behold , the goal in sight , Spread thy fans , and wing thy flight . 5 Enter CHRONOS , with a scythe in his hand , and a globe on his back , which he sets down at his entrance . CHRONOS . Weary , weary of my weight , Let ...
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... 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 , WHEN REVIVED . Of 50 PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES . Prologue to Tyrannic Love.
... 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 , WHEN REVIVED . Of 50 PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES . Prologue to Tyrannic Love.
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... race . More tamely than your fathers you submit ; You ' re now grown vassals to them in your wit . Mark , when they play , how our fine fops advance , The mighty merits of their men of France , 40 45 Keep time , cry Bon , and humour the ...
... race . More tamely than your fathers you submit ; You ' re now grown vassals to them in your wit . Mark , when they play , how our fine fops advance , The mighty merits of their men of France , 40 45 Keep time , cry Bon , and humour the ...
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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.