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Here stood his altars , here his arm he bared , And round his mystic staff the
serpent twin ' d , Through crowded portals hymns of praise were heard , And
victims bled , and sacred seers divin ' d . On every breathing wall , on every round
Of ...
Here stood his altars , here his arm he bared , And round his mystic staff the
serpent twin ' d , Through crowded portals hymns of praise were heard , And
victims bled , and sacred seers divin ' d . On every breathing wall , on every round
Of ...
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Their dead they bury not , nor burn with fires , No graves they dig , erect no fun '
ral pires , But , washing first th ' emboweld body clean , Gums , spice , and melted
pitch they pour within ; ' Then with strong fillets bind it round and round , To ...
Their dead they bury not , nor burn with fires , No graves they dig , erect no fun '
ral pires , But , washing first th ' emboweld body clean , Gums , spice , and melted
pitch they pour within ; ' Then with strong fillets bind it round and round , To ...
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... world well known Both for paternal virtues and their own ; Ev ' n at this mighty
price I ' d not be bound To tread the same dull circle round , and round ; The soul
requires enjoyments more fublime , By space unbounded , undeftroy ' d by time .
... world well known Both for paternal virtues and their own ; Ev ' n at this mighty
price I ' d not be bound To tread the same dull circle round , and round ; The soul
requires enjoyments more fublime , By space unbounded , undeftroy ' d by time .
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Then , as mine eye is eastward led , Some fair castle rears its head , Whose
height the country round commands , Well known mark to distant lands , There
the windows glowing bright Blaze from afar with ruddy light Borrow ' d from
clouds of ...
Then , as mine eye is eastward led , Some fair castle rears its head , Whose
height the country round commands , Well known mark to distant lands , There
the windows glowing bright Blaze from afar with ruddy light Borrow ' d from
clouds of ...
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What ftrings fymphonious tremble in the air , “ What strains of vocal transport
round her play ! * Hear from the grave , great Taliesfin * , hear ; • They breathe a
soul to animate thy clay . * Bright Rapture calls , and soaring , as she sings , ·
Waves ...
What ftrings fymphonious tremble in the air , “ What strains of vocal transport
round her play ! * Hear from the grave , great Taliesfin * , hear ; • They breathe a
soul to animate thy clay . * Bright Rapture calls , and soaring , as she sings , ·
Waves ...
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| Заглавие | A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6 A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Robert Dodsley Том 6 от A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Robert Dodsley |
| Редактор | Robert Dodsley |
| Издание | ново |
| Издател | J. Hughs, 1765 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 9 май 2008 |
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