The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... state , let Europe say , Sustain'd , and balanc'd , by my naval arm . Ah , what must those immortal spirits think 90 95 Of your poor fhifts ? Thofe , for their country's good Who fac'd the blackest danger , knew no fear , No mean ...
... state , let Europe say , Sustain'd , and balanc'd , by my naval arm . Ah , what must those immortal spirits think 90 95 Of your poor fhifts ? Thofe , for their country's good Who fac'd the blackest danger , knew no fear , No mean ...
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... state . Ev'n the good patient man , whom reason rules , Rouz'd by bold infult , and injurious rage , With sharp and sudden check , th ' aftonish'd fons Of violence confounds ; firm as his cause His bolder heart ; in aweful justice clad ...
... state . Ev'n the good patient man , whom reason rules , Rouz'd by bold infult , and injurious rage , With sharp and sudden check , th ' aftonish'd fons Of violence confounds ; firm as his cause His bolder heart ; in aweful justice clad ...
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... The native power for which you were defign'd By Fate , when Fate design'd the firmest state , That e'er was feated on the subject fea ; B 4 180 185 190 A ftate , A ftate , alone , where Liberty should live , BRITAN'NI A.
... The native power for which you were defign'd By Fate , when Fate design'd the firmest state , That e'er was feated on the subject fea ; B 4 180 185 190 A ftate , A ftate , alone , where Liberty should live , BRITAN'NI A.
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... state . See Juftice judging there , in human shape . Hark ! how with freedom's voice it thunders high , Or in foft murmurs finks to Tully's tongue . Her tribes , her cenfus , fee ; her generous troops , Whofe pay was glory , and their ...
... state . See Juftice judging there , in human shape . Hark ! how with freedom's voice it thunders high , Or in foft murmurs finks to Tully's tongue . Her tribes , her cenfus , fee ; her generous troops , Whofe pay was glory , and their ...
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... states In their warm bofom fed ? the mountains thefe , On whofe high - blooming fides my fons , of old , I bred to glory ? these dejected towns , Where , mean , and fordid , life can scarce fubfift , The scenes of ancient opulence , and ...
... states In their warm bofom fed ? the mountains thefe , On whofe high - blooming fides my fons , of old , I bred to glory ? these dejected towns , Where , mean , and fordid , life can scarce fubfift , The scenes of ancient opulence , and ...
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