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25 A soul supreme , in each hard instance try'd , Above all pain , all passion , and all pride , The rage of pow'r , the blast of public breath , The luit of lucre , and the dread of death . In vain to deserts thy retreat is made ...
25 A soul supreme , in each hard instance try'd , Above all pain , all passion , and all pride , The rage of pow'r , the blast of public breath , The luit of lucre , and the dread of death . In vain to deserts thy retreat is made ...
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736 ' s For love is strong as death , whene'er they strike , " Alike imperious , vainly check'd alike : “ But dread to lose love mix'd with jealous dread ; “ As soon the marble tomb resign the dead ; 730 “ Its fatal arrows fiery ...
736 ' s For love is strong as death , whene'er they strike , " Alike imperious , vainly check'd alike : “ But dread to lose love mix'd with jealous dread ; “ As soon the marble tomb resign the dead ; 730 “ Its fatal arrows fiery ...
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“ The last of deeps affords the last of dread , " And wraps its funeral weeds around my head : “ Now o'er the sand his rollings seem to go , 155 " Where the big mountains root their base below ; “ And now to rocks and clefts their ...
“ The last of deeps affords the last of dread , " And wraps its funeral weeds around my head : “ Now o'er the sand his rollings seem to go , 155 " Where the big mountains root their base below ; “ And now to rocks and clefts their ...
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Contenido
To Mr Pope | 49 |
The Hermit | 64 |
A Fairy Tale in the ancient Engliſh ſtyle | 73 |
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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