Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, JohnsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... rage : Blest light still gaining on the gloom , The more than Michael of his bloom , Th ' Abishag of his age . He sung of God , the mighty source Of all things , the stupendous force On which all strength depends ; From whose right arm ...
... rage : Blest light still gaining on the gloom , The more than Michael of his bloom , Th ' Abishag of his age . He sung of God , the mighty source Of all things , the stupendous force On which all strength depends ; From whose right arm ...
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... rage , for mortal was their hate . But when the King of Righteousness arose , And on the illumin'd east serenely smil'd , He shone with meekest mercy on his foes , Bright as the Sun , but as the Moon - beams mild ; From anger , fell ...
... rage , for mortal was their hate . But when the King of Righteousness arose , And on the illumin'd east serenely smil'd , He shone with meekest mercy on his foes , Bright as the Sun , but as the Moon - beams mild ; From anger , fell ...
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... rage of the indignant goddesses , When shepherd Paris to the Cyprian queen , With hand obsequious gave the golden toy . Heav'n's queen , the sister and the wife of Jove , Rag'd like a feeble mortal ; fall'n she seem'd , Her deity in ...
... rage of the indignant goddesses , When shepherd Paris to the Cyprian queen , With hand obsequious gave the golden toy . Heav'n's queen , the sister and the wife of Jove , Rag'd like a feeble mortal ; fall'n she seem'd , Her deity in ...
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... rage perform'd ; As scolding , crying , swearing , sweating , Abusing , fidgetting , and fretting . " Nothing but villainy , and thieving ; Good Heavens ! what a world we live in ? If I don't find it in the morning , I'll surely give my ...
... rage perform'd ; As scolding , crying , swearing , sweating , Abusing , fidgetting , and fretting . " Nothing but villainy , and thieving ; Good Heavens ! what a world we live in ? If I don't find it in the morning , I'll surely give my ...
63 ÆäÀÌÁö
... rage ; Boreas distend your chops and blow Ring , ring , ye honny bells of Bow ; Ye drums and rattles , rend the ears , Like twenty thousand Southwark fairs ; Bellow , ye bulls , and bawl , ye bats , Encore , encore , ye amorous cats ...
... rage ; Boreas distend your chops and blow Ring , ring , ye honny bells of Bow ; Ye drums and rattles , rend the ears , Like twenty thousand Southwark fairs ; Bellow , ye bulls , and bawl , ye bats , Encore , encore , ye amorous cats ...
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80 ÆäÀÌÁö - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
495 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
502 ÆäÀÌÁö - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
495 ÆäÀÌÁö - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
495 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
495 ÆäÀÌÁö - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.