The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 46Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Peace . The He f " Rubborn Alps , and , ftill employ'd , Fertile mould , the fteril void ; rerocks , fmall , yellow harvefts grow , 285 on terrac'd stages , vineyards blow ! By By him fall mountains to a level space , An SAVAGE'S POEMS .
... Peace . The He f " Rubborn Alps , and , ftill employ'd , Fertile mould , the fteril void ; rerocks , fmall , yellow harvefts grow , 285 on terrac'd stages , vineyards blow ! By By him fall mountains to a level space , An SAVAGE'S POEMS .
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... Peace . He scoops the ftubborn Alps , and , still employ'd , Fills , with foft fertile mould , the fteril void ; Slop'd up white rocks , fmall , yellow harvests grow , 285 And , green on terrac'd stages , vineyards blow ! By 1 By him ...
... Peace . He scoops the ftubborn Alps , and , still employ'd , Fills , with foft fertile mould , the fteril void ; Slop'd up white rocks , fmall , yellow harvests grow , 285 And , green on terrac'd stages , vineyards blow ! By 1 By him ...
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... peace . 290 Next , to religion this plain roof I raise ! In duteous rites my hallow'd tapers blaze ; I bid due incenfe on my altars smoke ! Then , at this tomb , my promis'd love invoke ! She hears ! fhe comes ! -My heart what raptures ...
... peace . 290 Next , to religion this plain roof I raise ! In duteous rites my hallow'd tapers blaze ; I bid due incenfe on my altars smoke ! Then , at this tomb , my promis'd love invoke ! She hears ! fhe comes ! -My heart what raptures ...
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... Peace thy days fhall crown ; Thy treasure Prudence , and thy claim Renown : Myriads , unborn , fhall mourn thy hapless fate , And myriads grow , by thy example , great ! Hark ! from the watch - tower rolls the trumpet's found , Sweet ...
... Peace thy days fhall crown ; Thy treasure Prudence , and thy claim Renown : Myriads , unborn , fhall mourn thy hapless fate , And myriads grow , by thy example , great ! Hark ! from the watch - tower rolls the trumpet's found , Sweet ...
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... Peace thy days fhall crown ; Thy treasure Prudence , and thy claim Renown : Myriads , unborn , fhall mourn thy hapless fate , And myriads grow , by thy example , great ! Hark ! from the watch - tower rolls the trumpet's found , Sweet ...
... Peace thy days fhall crown ; Thy treasure Prudence , and thy claim Renown : Myriads , unborn , fhall mourn thy hapless fate , And myriads grow , by thy example , great ! Hark ! from the watch - tower rolls the trumpet's found , Sweet ...
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