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a 215 Within her arms are heaps of pamphlets feen , 205 And these blaspheme the Saviour , those the Queen ; Associate vices : thus with tongue and hand She shed her venom o'er the troubled land . Now vex'd that Discord , and the baneful ...
a 215 Within her arms are heaps of pamphlets feen , 205 And these blaspheme the Saviour , those the Queen ; Associate vices : thus with tongue and hand She shed her venom o'er the troubled land . Now vex'd that Discord , and the baneful ...
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Thus arm'd they seem to march , and seem to fight , And seeming wounds of death delude the sight ; 120 The ruddy thunder - clouds look stain'd with gore , And for the din of war within they roar ; Then flies aside , and then aside ...
Thus arm'd they seem to march , and seem to fight , And seeming wounds of death delude the sight ; 120 The ruddy thunder - clouds look stain'd with gore , And for the din of war within they roar ; Then flies aside , and then aside ...
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... now for profit too ) , " Woo'd to thine arms , those arms that oft ' extend “ In the kind posture of a waiting friend , 640 " Each maid of Salem cries , I'll mount the tree , " Hold the broad branches , and depend on thee .
... now for profit too ) , " Woo'd to thine arms , those arms that oft ' extend “ In the kind posture of a waiting friend , 640 " Each maid of Salem cries , I'll mount the tree , " Hold the broad branches , and depend on thee .
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Contenido
To Mr Pope | 49 |
The Hermit | 64 |
A Fairy Tale in the ancient Engliſh ſtyle | 73 |
Otras 17 secciones no mostradas
Términos y frases comunes
angels appear ariſe arms bear beauty beneath breathe bright bring charms cloſe clouds comes death deep divine dread earth ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fancy fate fear feel field fight fire firſt flame flies give glory grace ground hand head hear heart kind King land lays leaves light lines live Lord meet mind mount move never night o'er peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe prophet rage raiſe realms reſt rich riſe roll ſacred ſea ſee ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhow ſing ſkies ſky ſome ſong ſoul ſound ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſun ſweet tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand thro train tuneful turn Twas voice Volume waters whoſe wind wing wondrous