The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 46Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... voices rife , 265 Catch the rapt foul , and waft it to the skies ? This cave - Yon walks ! -But , ere I more unfold , What artful fcenes thy eyes fhall here behold , Think fubjects of my toil : nor wondering gaze ! What cannot Industry ...
... voices rife , 265 Catch the rapt foul , and waft it to the skies ? This cave - Yon walks ! -But , ere I more unfold , What artful fcenes thy eyes fhall here behold , Think fubjects of my toil : nor wondering gaze ! What cannot Industry ...
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... voice refounds - Arife ! away ! Away ! nor murmur at th ' afflictive rod ! Nor tempt the vengeance of an angry God ! Fly'st thou from Providence for vain relief ? Such ill - fought eafe fhall draw avenging grief . Honour , the more ...
... voice refounds - Arife ! away ! Away ! nor murmur at th ' afflictive rod ! Nor tempt the vengeance of an angry God ! Fly'st thou from Providence for vain relief ? Such ill - fought eafe fhall draw avenging grief . Honour , the more ...
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... voice responsive cries , Oh , liften not to fubtilty unwife ! 260 Thy guardian faint , who mourns thy hapless fate , Heaven grants to prop thy virtue , ere too late . Know , if thou wilt thy dear - lov'd wife deplore , 265 Olympia waits ...
... voice responsive cries , Oh , liften not to fubtilty unwife ! 260 Thy guardian faint , who mourns thy hapless fate , Heaven grants to prop thy virtue , ere too late . Know , if thou wilt thy dear - lov'd wife deplore , 265 Olympia waits ...
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... voice I wake thy mind to prayer ! By me , thy hymns , like pureft incenfe , rife , Fragrant with grace , and pleafing to the skies ! And when that form fhall from its clay refine , ( That only bar betwixt my foul and thine ! ) When thy ...
... voice I wake thy mind to prayer ! By me , thy hymns , like pureft incenfe , rife , Fragrant with grace , and pleafing to the skies ! And when that form fhall from its clay refine , ( That only bar betwixt my foul and thine ! ) When thy ...
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... voice ftill warbles in my mind : But lo ! th ' unbodied vifion fleets away ! - -Stay , my Olympia ! -I conjure thee , ftay ! Yet ftay for thee my memory lears to smart ! Sure every vein contains a bleeding heart ! Sooner fhall fplendor ...
... voice ftill warbles in my mind : But lo ! th ' unbodied vifion fleets away ! - -Stay , my Olympia ! -I conjure thee , ftay ! Yet ftay for thee my memory lears to smart ! Sure every vein contains a bleeding heart ! Sooner fhall fplendor ...
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