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appear arms beauty beneath breaſt breath bright charms command court dear death delight earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel fields fight fire firſt flame flow force grace grief grove hand head hear heart Heav'n hills honour hope hour it's kind king land laſt laws leave light live look maid mind morn mourn Muſe muſt Nature night o'er once pain paſſion peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride race rage riſe round ſaid ſcenes ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmiles ſome ſoul ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtream ſuch ſweet tears tell thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil train truth turns vain various virtue voice wealth whoſe wild wind woods wretched youth
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273 ÆäÀÌÁö - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
414 ÆäÀÌÁö - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
415 ÆäÀÌÁö - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
448 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...