The Works of the British Poets, Том 5John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 страници |
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... blood effus'd . Much at that fight was Adam in his heart Difmay'd , and thus in hafte to th ' angel cry'd : O Teacher , fome great mifchief hath befall'n To that meek man , who well had facrific'd ; Is piety thus and pure devotion paid ...
... blood effus'd . Much at that fight was Adam in his heart Difmay'd , and thus in hafte to th ' angel cry'd : O Teacher , fome great mifchief hath befall'n To that meek man , who well had facrific'd ; Is piety thus and pure devotion paid ...
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... blood , and done much waite , Subduing nations , and achiev`d thereby Fame in the world , high titles , and rich prey , Shall change their courfe to pleafure , cafe , and Surfcit , and luft , till wantonnefs and pride [ floth , Raife ...
... blood , and done much waite , Subduing nations , and achiev`d thereby Fame in the world , high titles , and rich prey , Shall change their courfe to pleafure , cafe , and Surfcit , and luft , till wantonnefs and pride [ floth , Raife ...
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... blood of bulls and goats , they may conclude Some blood more precious must be paid for man , Juft for unjust , that in such righteousness To them by faith imputed , they may find Juftification towards God , and peace Of confcience ...
... blood of bulls and goats , they may conclude Some blood more precious must be paid for man , Juft for unjust , that in such righteousness To them by faith imputed , they may find Juftification towards God , and peace Of confcience ...
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... blood grows lively , and returns Brifk as the April buds in primrose - season . And first behold this cordial julep here , That flames and dances in his crystal bounds , With fpi'rits of balm , and fragrant fyrups mix'd , Not that ...
... blood grows lively , and returns Brifk as the April buds in primrose - season . And first behold this cordial julep here , That flames and dances in his crystal bounds , With fpi'rits of balm , and fragrant fyrups mix'd , Not that ...
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... blood and afhes fow O'er all th ' Italian fields where still doth sway | The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundred fold , who having learn'd thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe . XIX . On bis blindness . WHEN I ...
... blood and afhes fow O'er all th ' Italian fields where still doth sway | The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundred fold , who having learn'd thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe . XIX . On bis blindness . WHEN I ...
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