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For thee the sweet seraphic choir Raise the voice and tune the lyre , And praifes with harmonious sounds Thro ' all the highest heav'n rebounds . O make our notes with theirs agree , And bless the souls that sing of thee !
For thee the sweet seraphic choir Raise the voice and tune the lyre , And praifes with harmonious sounds Thro ' all the highest heav'n rebounds . O make our notes with theirs agree , And bless the souls that sing of thee !
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As rapt with comfort thus the maid withdrew , The waiting daughters wonder'd where she flew ; 594 " And O ! return , ” they cry ; " for thee we burn , " O maid of Salem ! Salem's self , return , 6 And what's in Salem's maid we covet fo ...
As rapt with comfort thus the maid withdrew , The waiting daughters wonder'd where she flew ; 594 " And O ! return , ” they cry ; " for thee we burn , " O maid of Salem ! Salem's self , return , 6 And what's in Salem's maid we covet fo ...
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I gather , and reserve for thee . “ If then thy Spouse's labour please thee well , - Oh ! like my brethren with thy sister dwell ; No blameless maid , whose fond carelles meet " An infant - brother in the public street , Clings to its ...
I gather , and reserve for thee . “ If then thy Spouse's labour please thee well , - Oh ! like my brethren with thy sister dwell ; No blameless maid , whose fond carelles meet " An infant - brother in the public street , Clings to its ...
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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