A Collection of Poems, in Four Volumes, Volume 3G. Pearch, 1775 - English literature |
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... Still , ftill are millions more . " Th ' immenfe ideas ftrike the foul " With pleafing horror , and controul Thy Wisdom's empty boast . " What are they ? -Thou can'ft never say : 66 Then filent adoration pay , " And be in wonder loft ...
... Still , ftill are millions more . " Th ' immenfe ideas ftrike the foul " With pleafing horror , and controul Thy Wisdom's empty boast . " What are they ? -Thou can'ft never say : 66 Then filent adoration pay , " And be in wonder loft ...
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G. Pearch. So , midft the fnow of Age , a boastful air Still on the war - worn veteran's brow attends ; Still his big bones his youthful prime declare , Tho ' trembling o'er the feeble crutch he bends .. Wild round the gates the dusky ...
G. Pearch. So , midft the fnow of Age , a boastful air Still on the war - worn veteran's brow attends ; Still his big bones his youthful prime declare , Tho ' trembling o'er the feeble crutch he bends .. Wild round the gates the dusky ...
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... Still fhine the lifeless glories of the skies , And could thy bright , thy living foul expire ? Far be the thought - The pleasures moft fublime , The glow of friendship , and the virtuous tear , The towering with that fcorns the bounds ...
... Still fhine the lifeless glories of the skies , And could thy bright , thy living foul expire ? Far be the thought - The pleasures moft fublime , The glow of friendship , and the virtuous tear , The towering with that fcorns the bounds ...
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... Still , oh my foul ! ftill be thy dear employ ; Still thus to wander thro ' the fhades be thine , And fwell thy breast with visionary joy . So to the dark - brow'd wood , or facred mount , In antient days , the holy Seers retir'd , And ...
... Still , oh my foul ! ftill be thy dear employ ; Still thus to wander thro ' the fhades be thine , And fwell thy breast with visionary joy . So to the dark - brow'd wood , or facred mount , In antient days , the holy Seers retir'd , And ...
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... still believ'd thy end was just and free ; And yet , ev'n yet believe it fpite of thee . Ev'n tho ' thy mouth impure has dar'd disclaim , Urg'd by the wretched impotence of fhame , Whatever filial cares thy zeal had paid To laws infirm ...
... still believ'd thy end was just and free ; And yet , ev'n yet believe it fpite of thee . Ev'n tho ' thy mouth impure has dar'd disclaim , Urg'd by the wretched impotence of fhame , Whatever filial cares thy zeal had paid To laws infirm ...
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