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Strana 60 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Strana 344 - Emily, ere day, Arose, and dress'd herself in rich array; Fresh as the month, and as the morning fair: Adown her shoulders fell her length of hair: A riband did the braided tresses bind, The rest was loose and wanton'd in the wind.
Strana 280 - Man from Man: He claim'd no Title from Descent of Blood, But that which made him Noble, made him Good: Warm'd with more Particles of Heav'nly Flame, He wing'd his upward Flight, and soar'd to Fame ; The rest remain'd below, a Tribe without a Name. This Law, though Custom now diverts the Course, As Natures Institute, is yet in force; Uncancell'd, tho disus'd: And he whose Mind Is Vertuous, is alone of Noble Kind.
Strana i - TO wake the foul by tender ftrokes of art, To raife the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind, in confcious virtue bold, Live o'er each fcene, and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Mufe firft trod the ftage, 5 Commanding tears to ftream thro' ev'ry age ; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.