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... and inspirited their operations by the exercise and careful management of a
fine bodily constitution ; and he baptized them in the streams of Divine Truth and
of Gospel Morality - in ¡° Siloa ' s brook that flows Hard by the oracle of God .
... and inspirited their operations by the exercise and careful management of a
fine bodily constitution ; and he baptized them in the streams of Divine Truth and
of Gospel Morality - in ¡° Siloa ' s brook that flows Hard by the oracle of God .
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Belial is the subtle , far revolving fiend , and his eloquence is fluent and sweet —
a stream of sugared poison . Mammon is the downlooking Demon , and his
words , like his thoughts , seek the centre . ¡¤ Beelzebub ' s speeches , like his ...
Belial is the subtle , far revolving fiend , and his eloquence is fluent and sweet —
a stream of sugared poison . Mammon is the downlooking Demon , and his
words , like his thoughts , seek the centre . ¡¤ Beelzebub ' s speeches , like his ...
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... and rivers , as well as flowers , and streams , and vales in it . But the bower in
the midst is its centre , and sheds a softness and rosy lustre over the whole . Our
First Parents , too , are more distinguished by their symmetry and beauty , than by
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... and rivers , as well as flowers , and streams , and vales in it . But the bower in
the midst is its centre , and sheds a softness and rosy lustre over the whole . Our
First Parents , too , are more distinguished by their symmetry and beauty , than by
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Before him a great Prophet , to proclaim His coming , is sent harbinger , who all
Invites , and in the consecrated stream Pretends to wash off sin , and fit them , so
Purified , to receive him pure , or rather To do him honour as their king : All come
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Before him a great Prophet , to proclaim His coming , is sent harbinger , who all
Invites , and in the consecrated stream Pretends to wash off sin , and fit them , so
Purified , to receive him pure , or rather To do him honour as their king : All come
...
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... whose harbinger he was ; and first Refus ' d on me his baptism to confer , As
much his greater , and was hardly won : But , as I rose out of the laving stream ,
Heaven opened her eternal doors , from whence The Spirit descended on me
like a ...
... whose harbinger he was ; and first Refus ' d on me his baptism to confer , As
much his greater , and was hardly won : But , as I rose out of the laving stream ,
Heaven opened her eternal doors , from whence The Spirit descended on me
like a ...
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183 ÆäÀÌÁö - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - HENCE, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - Euphrosyne, And by men heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus, at a birth With two sister Graces more, To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore ; Or whether — as some sager sing — The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora playing As he met her once a-Maying...
169 ÆäÀÌÁö - And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds