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... tongue , The god responsive rais'd the song , In strains like these , if strains can be Rais'd to the raptures of a deity , The raptures of a wond'ring deity ! AIR III . Beauty , sacred beauty sing , Flowing from the wond'rous spring Of ...
... tongue , The god responsive rais'd the song , In strains like these , if strains can be Rais'd to the raptures of a deity , The raptures of a wond'ring deity ! AIR III . Beauty , sacred beauty sing , Flowing from the wond'rous spring Of ...
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... tongue , Attemper'd to Cecilia's golden lyre : The blended pow'rs of harmony Trembled up the willing sky , And mingled with the seraph's flaming quire . CHORUS . How sweet the music , how divine , When Heaven and Earth in consort join ...
... tongue , Attemper'd to Cecilia's golden lyre : The blended pow'rs of harmony Trembled up the willing sky , And mingled with the seraph's flaming quire . CHORUS . How sweet the music , how divine , When Heaven and Earth in consort join ...
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... tongue dropp'd honey , which wou'd never cloy . Open'd the festival - Loose to the winds , Dishevell❜d. To mark the shining shivering gleam That darts , and dances on the stream , To court the Muse , toy with the fair , ( Pleasures like ...
... tongue dropp'd honey , which wou'd never cloy . Open'd the festival - Loose to the winds , Dishevell❜d. To mark the shining shivering gleam That darts , and dances on the stream , To court the Muse , toy with the fair , ( Pleasures like ...
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... tongue outloll'd To lick the infant - hand . Together fed The wolf and kid , together sought a fold . The roses blush'd with more celestial red ; Hell groan'd through all her dens ; and grim Death dropp'd down dead . Whilom 5 these ...
... tongue outloll'd To lick the infant - hand . Together fed The wolf and kid , together sought a fold . The roses blush'd with more celestial red ; Hell groan'd through all her dens ; and grim Death dropp'd down dead . Whilom 5 these ...
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... tongue , big with thy praise , Eva Lyæus ! Io Bacchus ! sung : If e'er thy servant on thy altars pour'd , Copious , the purple wave of offer'd wine , And , busy , fed the consecrated fire With fat of ass , or hog , or mountain - goat ...
... tongue , big with thy praise , Eva Lyæus ! Io Bacchus ! sung : If e'er thy servant on thy altars pour'd , Copious , the purple wave of offer'd wine , And , busy , fed the consecrated fire With fat of ass , or hog , or mountain - goat ...
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Strona 141 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, .And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Strona 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Strona 139 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strona 141 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Strona 219 - Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered : others said, An angel spake to him.
Strona 242 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
Strona 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
Strona 141 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Strona 589 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Strona 262 - Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, and he shall bring it to pass.