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... breath of ruder wind will strike Your tender body through with rapid pains ; Fierce coughs will teaze you , hoarseness bind your voice , Or moist gravedo load your aching brows . These to defy , and all the fates that dwell THE ART OF ...
... breath of ruder wind will strike Your tender body through with rapid pains ; Fierce coughs will teaze you , hoarseness bind your voice , Or moist gravedo load your aching brows . These to defy , and all the fates that dwell THE ART OF ...
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... breath infests More than the torrid noon ? How sickly grow , How pale , the plants in those ill - fated vales That , circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains , never felt , nor ever hope To feel , the genial vigour of the sun ...
... breath infests More than the torrid noon ? How sickly grow , How pale , the plants in those ill - fated vales That , circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains , never felt , nor ever hope To feel , the genial vigour of the sun ...
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... breathing round their limbs Supports in else intolerable air : 340 While the cool palm , the plaintain , and the grove 350 That waves on gloomy Lebanon , assuage The torrid hell that beams upon their heads . Now come , ye Naiads , to ...
... breathing round their limbs Supports in else intolerable air : 340 While the cool palm , the plaintain , and the grove 350 That waves on gloomy Lebanon , assuage The torrid hell that beams upon their heads . Now come , ye Naiads , to ...
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... breath The race grows warmer , and the tempest swells , Till all the fiery mettle has its way , And the thick thunder hurries o'er the plain . When all at once from indolence to toil You spring , the fibres by the hasty shock Are tired ...
... breath The race grows warmer , and the tempest swells , Till all the fiery mettle has its way , And the thick thunder hurries o'er the plain . When all at once from indolence to toil You spring , the fibres by the hasty shock Are tired ...
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... breath of hell . With us , the man of no complaint demands The warm ablution just enough to clear The sluices of the skin , enough to keep The body sacred from indecent soil . Still to be pure , even did it not conduce ( As much it does ) ...
... breath of hell . With us , the man of no complaint demands The warm ablution just enough to clear The sluices of the skin , enough to keep The body sacred from indecent soil . Still to be pure , even did it not conduce ( As much it does ) ...
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The Poetical Works of Armstrong, Dyer, and Green John Armstrong,John Dyer,Matthew Green Пълен достъп - 1858 |
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Страница 87 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow ; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Страница 167 - THE FLOWER. How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are Thy returns ! e'en as the flowers in spring , To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.
Страница 181 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Страница 289 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd...
Страница 103 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...
Страница 289 - Ferrar, and tell him he shall find in it a picture of the many spiritual conflicts that have passed betwixt God and my soul, before I could subject mine to the will of Jesus my Master ; in whose service I have now found perfect freedom...
Страница 202 - But transient is the Smile of Fate ! A little Rule, a little Sway, A Sun-beam in a "Winter's day Is all the Proud and Mighty have, Between the Cradle and the Grave.
Страница 75 - THE shepherds sing, and shall I silent be ? My God, no hymn for thee ? My soul's a shepherd too ; a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
Страница 32 - I him sought : They told me there, that he was lately gone About some land, which he had dearly bought Long since on earth, to take possession. I straight return'd, and knowing his great birth, Sought him accordingly in great resorts ; In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts : At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of thieves and murderers : there I him espied, Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.
Страница 186 - I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.