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... 130 Again they search , and find a lodging nigh : The soil improv'd around , the mansion neat , And neither poorly low , nor idly great , It seem'd to speak it's master's turn of mind , Content , and not for praise but virtue kind .
... 130 Again they search , and find a lodging nigh : The soil improv'd around , the mansion neat , And neither poorly low , nor idly great , It seem'd to speak it's master's turn of mind , Content , and not for praise but virtue kind .
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1120 - And now no more my foul offences fee ; Oh ! turn from these , but turn thee not from me : Or , left they make me too deform'd a sight , Oh ! blot them with oblivion's endless night . Then further pureness to thy servant grant ...
1120 - And now no more my foul offences fee ; Oh ! turn from these , but turn thee not from me : Or , left they make me too deform'd a sight , Oh ! blot them with oblivion's endless night . Then further pureness to thy servant grant ...
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1 1 " O ! till the spicy breath of heav'nly day , “ Till all thy shadows fleet before thy ray , “ Turn , my Beloved ! with thy comforts here , “ Turn in thy promise , in thy grace appear , « i Nor let such swiftness in the roes be shown ...
1 1 " O ! till the spicy breath of heav'nly day , “ Till all thy shadows fleet before thy ray , “ Turn , my Beloved ! with thy comforts here , “ Turn in thy promise , in thy grace appear , « i Nor let such swiftness in the roes be shown ...
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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