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121 He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief , Supinely falls , and grinds his teeth with grief ; Plunging he links , and struggling mounts again , And finks , and strives , but strives with Fate in vain ; The weighty moisture ...
121 He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief , Supinely falls , and grinds his teeth with grief ; Plunging he links , and struggling mounts again , And finks , and strives , but strives with Fate in vain ; The weighty moisture ...
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By no blank charters harm they were they hate , Nor are they vicars , but the hands of Fate . Ah ! fool and wretch ! who lett'st thy soul bety'd 125 To human laws ! or muft it so be try'd ? Or will it boot thee , at the latest day ...
By no blank charters harm they were they hate , Nor are they vicars , but the hands of Fate . Ah ! fool and wretch ! who lett'st thy soul bety'd 125 To human laws ! or muft it so be try'd ? Or will it boot thee , at the latest day ...
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We still with more than common haste of Fate “ Are doom'd to perish in thy kindled hate ; • Our public fins for public justice call , “ And stand like marks on which thy judgments fall ; “ Our secret sins , that folly thought conceal'd ...
We still with more than common haste of Fate “ Are doom'd to perish in thy kindled hate ; • Our public fins for public justice call , “ And stand like marks on which thy judgments fall ; “ Our secret sins , that folly thought conceal'd ...
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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