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... thee , stranger , who thou art , 690 That mighty leading Angel , who of late Made head against Heaven's King , though overthrown . I saw and heard ; for such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep , With ruin upon ...
... thee , stranger , who thou art , 690 That mighty leading Angel , who of late Made head against Heaven's King , though overthrown . I saw and heard ; for such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep , With ruin upon ...
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... thou of those seven Spirits that stand In sight of God's high throne , gloriously bright , The first art wont his great authentic will Interpreter through highest Heaven to bring , Where all his sons thy embassy attend ; And here art ...
... thou of those seven Spirits that stand In sight of God's high throne , gloriously bright , The first art wont his great authentic will Interpreter through highest Heaven to bring , Where all his sons thy embassy attend ; And here art ...
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George Frederick Graham. Than that smooth watery image : Back I turned ; Thou following criedst aloud , Return , fair Eve ; Whom fliest thou ? whom thou fliest , of him thou art , His flesh , his bone ; to give thee being , I lent Out of ...
George Frederick Graham. Than that smooth watery image : Back I turned ; Thou following criedst aloud , Return , fair Eve ; Whom fliest thou ? whom thou fliest , of him thou art , His flesh , his bone ; to give thee being , I lent Out of ...
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... thou know'st mine : Neither our own , but given : For proof look up , And read thy lot in yon celestial sign ; 806 Where thou art weighed , and shown how light , how weak , If thou resist . " - The Fiend looked up , and knew His mounted ...
... thou know'st mine : Neither our own , but given : For proof look up , And read thy lot in yon celestial sign ; 806 Where thou art weighed , and shown how light , how weak , If thou resist . " - The Fiend looked up , and knew His mounted ...
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... thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . 1 To swallow ...
... thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . 1 To swallow ...
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Page 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Page 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 497 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Page 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.