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Oh could my mind , unfolded in my page , Enlighten climes and mould a future age ; There as it glowed , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear ...
Oh could my mind , unfolded in my page , Enlighten climes and mould a future age ; There as it glowed , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear ...
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As now at VIRGIL's tomb We bless the shade , and bid the verdure bloom : So TULLY paused , amid the wrecks of Time , On the rude stone to trace the truth sublime ; When at his feet , in honoured dust disclosed , The immortal sage of ...
As now at VIRGIL's tomb We bless the shade , and bid the verdure bloom : So TULLY paused , amid the wrecks of Time , On the rude stone to trace the truth sublime ; When at his feet , in honoured dust disclosed , The immortal sage of ...
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Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven , the drenching dews of earth , The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth , These , when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave , Will firm Fidelity exult to brave .
Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven , the drenching dews of earth , The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth , These , when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave , Will firm Fidelity exult to brave .
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... Beyond the search of sense , the soar of thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full , its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell ?
... Beyond the search of sense , the soar of thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full , its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell ?
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The beauteous maid , who bids the world adieu , Oft of that world will snatch a fond review ; Oft at the shrine neglect her beads , to trace Some social scene , some dear , familiar face : And ere , with iron - tongue , the vesper ...
The beauteous maid , who bids the world adieu , Oft of that world will snatch a fond review ; Oft at the shrine neglect her beads , to trace Some social scene , some dear , familiar face : And ere , with iron - tongue , the vesper ...
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