The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 40, Страница 2H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... virtue , ftyl'd its own reward , And by all fages understood To be the chief of human good , Should acting die ; nor leave behind Some lafting pleasure in the mind ,. Which by remembrance will affwage Grief , ficknefs , poverty , and ...
... virtue , ftyl'd its own reward , And by all fages understood To be the chief of human good , Should acting die ; nor leave behind Some lafting pleasure in the mind ,. Which by remembrance will affwage Grief , ficknefs , poverty , and ...
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... virtue in mankind The nutriment that feeds the mind ; Upheld by each good action paft , And still continued by the last ? Then , who with reason can pretend That all effects of virtue end ? Believe me , Stella , when you fhow That true ...
... virtue in mankind The nutriment that feeds the mind ; Upheld by each good action paft , And still continued by the last ? Then , who with reason can pretend That all effects of virtue end ? Believe me , Stella , when you fhow That true ...
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... virtue in thy fons I found , Who now in vice and slavery are drown'd . By faith and prayer , this crofier in my hand , I drove the venom'd ferpent from thy land ; The fhepherd in his bower might fleep or fing † , Nor dread the adder's ...
... virtue in thy fons I found , Who now in vice and slavery are drown'd . By faith and prayer , this crofier in my hand , I drove the venom'd ferpent from thy land ; The fhepherd in his bower might fleep or fing † , Nor dread the adder's ...
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... Virtue herself would now return too late . Not half thy course of mifery is run , Thy greatest evils yet are scarce begun . Soon fhall thy fons ( the time is just at hand ) Be all made captives in their native land ; When , for the use ...
... Virtue herself would now return too late . Not half thy course of mifery is run , Thy greatest evils yet are scarce begun . Soon fhall thy fons ( the time is just at hand ) Be all made captives in their native land ; When , for the use ...
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... virtues in the king ; A minifter fo fill'd with zeal * And wisdom for the common - weal : If he + who in the chair prefides So fteadily the fenate guides : If others , whom you make your theme , Are feconds in the glorious scheme : If ...
... virtues in the king ; A minifter fo fill'd with zeal * And wisdom for the common - weal : If he + who in the chair prefides So fteadily the fenate guides : If others , whom you make your theme , Are feconds in the glorious scheme : If ...
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