Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education |
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Wert thou fome Star , which from the ruin'd roof Of shak'd Olympus by mischance
didft fall ; Which careful jove in Nature's true behoof Took up , and in fit place did
reinstal ? Or did of late earth's Sons besiege the wall Of Theenie Heav'n , and ...
Wert thou fome Star , which from the ruin'd roof Of shak'd Olympus by mischance
didft fall ; Which careful jove in Nature's true behoof Took up , and in fit place did
reinstal ? Or did of late earth's Sons besiege the wall Of Theenie Heav'n , and ...
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Though later born , than to have known the days Wherein your Father fourisht ,
yet by you , Madam , methinks I see him living yet : So well your words his noble
virtues praise , That all both judge you to relate them true , And to possess them ...
Though later born , than to have known the days Wherein your Father fourisht ,
yet by you , Madam , methinks I see him living yet : So well your words his noble
virtues praise , That all both judge you to relate them true , And to possess them ...
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This is true Liberty when free - born Men Having t advise the Publick may speak
free , Which he who can , and will , deserves his Praise ; Who neither can , nor
will , may hold his peace ; , What can be juster in a State than this ? HORACE .
This is true Liberty when free - born Men Having t advise the Publick may speak
free , Which he who can , and will , deserves his Praise ; Who neither can , nor
will , may hold his peace ; , What can be juster in a State than this ? HORACE .
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15 But thou , Lord , art the God moft mild , Readiest thy grace to fhew ; Slow to be
angry , and art fyld Most merciful , most true . 36 O turn to me thy face at lengtb ,
And me have mercy on ; Unto thy servant give thy Atrength , And save thy hand ...
15 But thou , Lord , art the God moft mild , Readiest thy grace to fhew ; Slow to be
angry , and art fyld Most merciful , most true . 36 O turn to me thy face at lengtb ,
And me have mercy on ; Unto thy servant give thy Atrength , And save thy hand ...
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Next to make them expert in the usefullest points of Grammar , and withal to
season them , and win them early to the Love of Virtue and true Labour , ere any
flattering Seducement , or vain principle feife them wandring , fome easy and ...
Next to make them expert in the usefullest points of Grammar , and withal to
season them , and win them early to the Love of Virtue and true Labour , ere any
flattering Seducement , or vain principle feife them wandring , fome easy and ...
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againſt agni Amor atque beſt bright bring cùm dear death deep Deos divine domino jam domum impaſti doth Earth eſt etiam fair fear firſt give Gods grace ground Hæc hand haſt hath head hear heart Heav'n hope Houſe illa inter ipfe ipſe Italy jam non vacat juſt keep King Lady Land laſt Learning light live Lord mean mihi moſt muſt Nature never night Nunc once Peace praiſe PSAL quæ quid quis quoque ſee ſet ſhall Shepherd ſhould ſome Song Soul ſub ſuch tamen tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought tibi true truth turn urbe Virgin Virtue voice whoſe wiſe Wood Youth
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