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Strana 104
... Chor . This , this is he ; softly a while ; Let us not break in upon him . O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffused , With languished head unpropt , As one past hope , abandoned ...
... Chor . This , this is he ; softly a while ; Let us not break in upon him . O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffused , With languished head unpropt , As one past hope , abandoned ...
Strana 106
... Chor . He speaks : let us draw nigh . Matchless in might , The glory late of Israel , now the grief ! We come , thy friends and neighbours not unknown , From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale , To visit or bewail thee ; or , if better ...
... Chor . He speaks : let us draw nigh . Matchless in might , The glory late of Israel , now the grief ! We come , thy friends and neighbours not unknown , From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale , To visit or bewail thee ; or , if better ...
Strana 107
... Chor . Tax not divine disposal . Wisest men Have erred , and by bad women been deceived ; And shall again , pretend they ne'er so wise . Deject not , then , so overmuch thyself , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides . Yet , truth to ...
... Chor . Tax not divine disposal . Wisest men Have erred , and by bad women been deceived ; And shall again , pretend they ne'er so wise . Deject not , then , so overmuch thyself , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides . Yet , truth to ...
Strana 108
... Chor . In seeking just occasion to provoke The Philistine , thy country's enemy , Yet Israel still serves with all his sons . 230 Thou never wast remiss , I bear thee witness ; 240 Sams . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On ...
... Chor . In seeking just occasion to provoke The Philistine , thy country's enemy , Yet Israel still serves with all his sons . 230 Thou never wast remiss , I bear thee witness ; 240 Sams . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On ...
Strana 109
... Chor . Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemned , The matchless Gideon , in pursuit Of Madian , and her vanquished kings ; And how ingrateful Ephraim Had dealt with Jephtha ...
... Chor . Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the fort of Penuel Their great deliverer contemned , The matchless Gideon , in pursuit Of Madian , and her vanquished kings ; And how ingrateful Ephraim Had dealt with Jephtha ...
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Strana 412 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight.
Strana 144 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast ; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Strana 415 - And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Strana 408 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled...
Strana 428 - We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire ; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Strana 262 - Oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with Sandals gray, He touched the tender stops of various Quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the Sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the Western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his Mantle blue: To-morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
Strana 443 - Yea, even that which Mischief meant most harm Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. But evil on itself shall back recoil...
Strana 390 - While the heaven-born child 30 All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature, in awe to him, Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour. II. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow...
Strana 415 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Strana 390 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.