Elegant Extracts; Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry: Selected for the Improvement of Youth, in Speaking, Reading, Thinking, Composing; and in the Conduct of Life; Being Similar in Design to Elegant Extracts in Prose, Том 1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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... pain , And wak'd to life , to fleep in death again ! Why did not Fate attend me at my birth , And give me back to my ... painful light of day ! O ! with what joy the wretches yield their breath ! And pant in bitterness of foul for death ...
... pain , And wak'd to life , to fleep in death again ! Why did not Fate attend me at my birth , And give me back to my ... painful light of day ! O ! with what joy the wretches yield their breath ! And pant in bitterness of foul for death ...
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... pain and fhaine , First took up his , and did the fame . §35 . The Happy Man . PARNELL . HOW blefs'd the man , how fully fo , As far as man is blefs'd below , Who , taking up his crofs , effays To follow Jefus all his days ; With ...
... pain and fhaine , First took up his , and did the fame . §35 . The Happy Man . PARNELL . HOW blefs'd the man , how fully fo , As far as man is blefs'd below , Who , taking up his crofs , effays To follow Jefus all his days ; With ...
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... pain , Burn and purify my ftain ; Warm me , burn me , day by day , Till you purge my earth away ; Till at the laft I ... pains , to refcue man from hell ; How bright thine humble glories rife , And match the luftre of the fkies , From ...
... pain , Burn and purify my ftain ; Warm me , burn me , day by day , Till you purge my earth away ; Till at the laft I ... pains , to refcue man from hell ; How bright thine humble glories rife , And match the luftre of the fkies , From ...
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... pain ; " To whom the fupplicating eye " Was never rais'd in vain : " Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth " A ftranger's woes to feel ; " And bleeds in pity o'er the wound " He wants the pow'r to heal . " He fpreads his kind ...
... pain ; " To whom the fupplicating eye " Was never rais'd in vain : " Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth " A ftranger's woes to feel ; " And bleeds in pity o'er the wound " He wants the pow'r to heal . " He fpreads his kind ...
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... pains for life ,. O if thine afpect ftern have pow'r To wither each poor tranfient flow'r That cheers this pilgrimage ... pain ; I , littlefs , yet reftlefs , Find every profpect vain . How bleft the Solitary's lot , Who , all forgetting ...
... pains for life ,. O if thine afpect ftern have pow'r To wither each poor tranfient flow'r That cheers this pilgrimage ... pain ; I , littlefs , yet reftlefs , Find every profpect vain . How bleft the Solitary's lot , Who , all forgetting ...
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beft behold bleffings bleft blifs breaft breath caufe charms death defire divine earth erft eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fear fecret feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould fide figh fight filent fing fire firft fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwell glory grace hand heart Heav'n himſelf juft kings laft lefs loft Lord mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride purfue rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil trembling virtue whofe wife worfe wretch youth
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