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...impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine " cloud, " Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day ? " To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, " And warms...With joy I see " The different doom our Fates assign. *' Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care, " To triumph, and to die, are mine." (o) In buskin'd measures...

...impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine " cloud, " Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb " of day? " To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, " And warms...With joy I see " The different doom our Fates assign. " Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care, " To triumph, and to die, are mine." (o) In bu&in'd measures...

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...irnplous Man! Think'ft thou yon Sanguine Cloud. Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of Pay? To-morrow, he repairs the golden flood, And warms the Nations with redoubled ray. NOTE [N], page 251. IT may be proper to remark, that under the title of Ox* ncmifts, I comprehend not...

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...impious man! think'stthou yon sanguine cloud ' Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day ? « To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, ' And warms...with joy I see ' The different doom our Fates assign ! ' Be thine despair and sceptred care; * To triumph and to die are mine.* He spoke, and, headlong...

...the manner in which the bard died. There would have been a beautiful abruptness in finishing with — Be thine despair, and sceptred care : To triumph and to die are mine. The mind would have been left in a pleasing and artful suspense, at not knowing what became of s6 favourite...