Bell's Edition, Volumes 31-32J. Bell, 1788 |
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Pagina 140
... cataphracts and spears . At sight of him the people with a shout Rifted the air , clamoring their god with praise , Who ' had made their dreadful enemy their thrall . He patient but undaunted where they led him , Came to the place , and ...
... cataphracts and spears . At sight of him the people with a shout Rifted the air , clamoring their god with praise , Who ' had made their dreadful enemy their thrall . He patient but undaunted where they led him , Came to the place , and ...
Pagina 145
... cataphracts and spears . At sight of him the people with a shout Rifted the air , clamoring their god with praise , Who ' had made their dreadful enemy their thrall . He patient but undaunted where they led him , Came to the place , and ...
... cataphracts and spears . At sight of him the people with a shout Rifted the air , clamoring their god with praise , Who ' had made their dreadful enemy their thrall . He patient but undaunted where they led him , Came to the place , and ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
१० aftra agni Amor Atque behold bright CHOR Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm domino jam domum impaſti doſt doth dwell earth enemies eſt eyes fair fame father fear foes foul fræna giv'n glory gods Hæc hand Haſt hath head hear Heav'n holy honor illa ille inchanted ipſe jam non vacat Jove juſt kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè mihi mortal never night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo P. L. iv P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Pfalm Philistines quæ quid quoque reply'd Samson Samson Agonistes shades ſhall shalt Shepherd ſhould ſignifies ſome song ſtill strength ſuch sweet thee thence thine things thoſe thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi truth Tu quoque urbe virgin virtue whoſe wilt winds words Сом
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Pagina 97 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
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Pagina 106 - To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely...
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Pagina 49 - Left me all helpless, with the irreparable loss Of sight, reserved alive to be repeated The subject of their cruelty or scorn. Nor am I in the list of them that hope ; Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless. This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard, No long petition — speedy death, 650 The close of all my miseries and the balm.
Pagina 39 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Pagina 91 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night. In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Pagina 74 - 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.