The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... death's grim afpect thou art not alarm'd , He , for thy fake , has death itself disarm'd ; Nor fhall the grave o'er thee a victory boast ;; Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be loft , When thou shalt join th ' angelic choirs above , In ...
... death's grim afpect thou art not alarm'd , He , for thy fake , has death itself disarm'd ; Nor fhall the grave o'er thee a victory boast ;; Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be loft , When thou shalt join th ' angelic choirs above , In ...
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... death and forrow , and bestow'd Fresh heavenly bloom , and gay immortal youth . Not fo , alas ! the vile apoftate race , Who in mad joys their brutal hours employ'd , Affaulting with their impious blafphemies The Power fupreme that gave ...
... death and forrow , and bestow'd Fresh heavenly bloom , and gay immortal youth . Not fo , alas ! the vile apoftate race , Who in mad joys their brutal hours employ'd , Affaulting with their impious blafphemies The Power fupreme that gave ...
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... death , and funk down to damnation in multitudes . Was it for . this that poefy was endued with all thofe allurements that lead the mind away in a pleafing captivity ? Was it for this , he was furnished with fo many intellectual charms ...
... death , and funk down to damnation in multitudes . Was it for . this that poefy was endued with all thofe allurements that lead the mind away in a pleafing captivity ? Was it for this , he was furnished with fo many intellectual charms ...
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... death and forrow , and bellow'd Fresh heavenly bloom , and gay immortal youth . Not fo , alas ! the vile apoftate race , Who in mad joys their brutal hours employ'd , Affaulting with their impious blafphemies The Power fupreme that gave ...
... death and forrow , and bellow'd Fresh heavenly bloom , and gay immortal youth . Not fo , alas ! the vile apoftate race , Who in mad joys their brutal hours employ'd , Affaulting with their impious blafphemies The Power fupreme that gave ...
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... death ; all confufion and diforder , and " where the light is as darkness . This is my house , " there have I made my bed : I have faid to corrup ❝tion , Thou art my father ; and to the worm , Thou art my mother and my fifter : As for ...
... death ; all confufion and diforder , and " where the light is as darkness . This is my house , " there have I made my bed : I have faid to corrup ❝tion , Thou art my father ; and to the worm , Thou art my mother and my fifter : As for ...
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