The Works of the English Poets, Volume 46R. Hett, 1779 - 376 pages |
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... round with black impenetrable night ; What though no fhining angel darts from thence With leave to publish things conceal'd from sense , In language bright as theirs , we are here told , When life its narrow round of years hath roll'd ...
... round with black impenetrable night ; What though no fhining angel darts from thence With leave to publish things conceal'd from sense , In language bright as theirs , we are here told , When life its narrow round of years hath roll'd ...
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... round thefe painted fkies , Or round this dufty clod ; Nothing , my foul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on Earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above Is but to ...
... round thefe painted fkies , Or round this dufty clod ; Nothing , my foul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on Earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above Is but to ...
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... round thee fall , And worship in fubmiffive forms ; Thy prefence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling - place of worms . How fhall affrighted mortals dare To fing thy glory or thy grace , Beneath thy feet we lie fo far , And ...
... round thee fall , And worship in fubmiffive forms ; Thy prefence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling - place of worms . How fhall affrighted mortals dare To fing thy glory or thy grace , Beneath thy feet we lie fo far , And ...
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... round , You , the vile murderers of my God . Black heavy thoughts , like mountains , roll O'er my poor breaft , with boding fears , And , crushing hard my tortur'd foul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treafons ...
... round , You , the vile murderers of my God . Black heavy thoughts , like mountains , roll O'er my poor breaft , with boding fears , And , crushing hard my tortur'd foul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treafons ...
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... day . Thy Love beheld the black design , Thy Love that guards our island round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And cruf'd the tempeft under ground . THE THE SECOND PART . ASSUME , my tongue , a LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 57.
... day . Thy Love beheld the black design , Thy Love that guards our island round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And cruf'd the tempeft under ground . THE THE SECOND PART . ASSUME , my tongue , a LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 57.
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