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... grace descend from high , Rich in thy sevenfold energy ! Thou strength of his almighty hand , Whose power does heaven and earth command ! Proceeding Spirit , 5 our defence , Who dost the gift of tongues dispense , And crown'st thy gift ...
... grace descend from high , Rich in thy sevenfold energy ! Thou strength of his almighty hand , Whose power does heaven and earth command ! Proceeding Spirit , 5 our defence , Who dost the gift of tongues dispense , And crown'st thy gift ...
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... grace , And reconciles man to his lot . THE HAPPY MAN.4 How happy is he born and taught5 That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought , 6 And simple truth his highest skill ; Соорет . ( 1 ) The church - going ...
... grace , And reconciles man to his lot . THE HAPPY MAN.4 How happy is he born and taught5 That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought , 6 And simple truth his highest skill ; Соорет . ( 1 ) The church - going ...
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... grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend : This man is freed6 from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands , And having nothing , yet hath ...
... grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend : This man is freed6 from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands , And having nothing , yet hath ...
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... grace the verdant mead , And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead.4 The steer and lion at one crib shall meet , And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.5 The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled ...
... grace the verdant mead , And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead.4 The steer and lion at one crib shall meet , And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.5 The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled ...
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... grace Sat fair - proportioned on her polished2 limbs , Veiled in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament , But is , when unadorned , adorned the most ...
... grace Sat fair - proportioned on her polished2 limbs , Veiled in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament , But is , when unadorned , adorned the most ...
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Page 110 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 268 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 140 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 106 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 147 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 295 - Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Page 274 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 59 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 53 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 63 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.