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... pour'd his thunders on its rocky fide : But though unshaken stand the solid walls , While ceaseless the refounding tempeft falls , Victorious hopes his dauntless breast inspire , Nor danger can appal , nor labour tire ; Armies from him ...
... pour'd his thunders on its rocky fide : But though unshaken stand the solid walls , While ceaseless the refounding tempeft falls , Victorious hopes his dauntless breast inspire , Nor danger can appal , nor labour tire ; Armies from him ...
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... pour'd , In Freedom's caufe , the fury of the fword ; Who rul'd the main , or gallant armies led , Ja With Hawke who conquer'd , or with Wolfe who bled ? • Vide Αρμοδία μέλος . Poor is his triumph , and disgrac'd his name , 20 THE LOVE ...
... pour'd , In Freedom's caufe , the fury of the fword ; Who rul'd the main , or gallant armies led , Ja With Hawke who conquer'd , or with Wolfe who bled ? • Vide Αρμοδία μέλος . Poor is his triumph , and disgrac'd his name , 20 THE LOVE ...
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... pour'd , no pœans fung , No bleffings chaunted from a nation's tongue : Blood marks the path to his untimely bier ; The curfe of widows , and the orphan's tear , Cry to high Heav'n for vengeance on his crimes : The pious Mufe , who , to ...
... pour'd , no pœans fung , No bleffings chaunted from a nation's tongue : Blood marks the path to his untimely bier ; The curfe of widows , and the orphan's tear , Cry to high Heav'n for vengeance on his crimes : The pious Mufe , who , to ...
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... Pour'd his foft paffion to the lift'ning maid , Infection's poifon hung on ev'ry breath , And each perfuafive figh was charg'd with death . Blind Superstition with the Fiend conspir'd , Increas'd his conquefts , and his fury fir'd ...
... Pour'd his foft paffion to the lift'ning maid , Infection's poifon hung on ev'ry breath , And each perfuafive figh was charg'd with death . Blind Superstition with the Fiend conspir'd , Increas'd his conquefts , and his fury fir'd ...
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... deni duodenique inter fe communes . Si qui funt ex his rati , eorum habentur liberi , a quibus pri- mum virgines quæque ductæ funt . Cæfar de Bello Gallico . The torch of Hymen pour'd a common light ; As THE ABORIGINAL BRITONS . 47.
... deni duodenique inter fe communes . Si qui funt ex his rati , eorum habentur liberi , a quibus pri- mum virgines quæque ductæ funt . Cæfar de Bello Gallico . The torch of Hymen pour'd a common light ; As THE ABORIGINAL BRITONS . 47.
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Términos y frases comunes
Albion's anguiſh arms beam behold beneath blaze blaze of noon bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britannia's Britiſh Britons Canaan cauſe cloſe confcious conqueft controul dar'd death deep defcend deſpair dread E'en Edom Euphrates ev'ry facred faint falchion fame fate favage fhade fhall Fiend fight filent fire fkies flain foes foft fong fons forrowing foul frown'd ftate ftill ftream fuch their hope fung fury fwell fword Gaul glory heaven hoftile ifle Ifrael's imperial Eagle inſpiration Let Sinai limbs Love luftre lyre mighty Muſe Nebaioth o'er pale Paleſtine patriot plain pour'd PRIZE POEM proud reft repoſe rife rofe roll'd ROMAN ARCHITECTURE ruthleſs Santon ſavage ſcene ſcythed ſhade ſhake ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſparkling ſpear ſpirit ſpoil ſport ſpread ſpring ſtarry ſtars ſtate ſteep ſtone ſtorm theſe thine Thoſe thouſand thunders toils Tyrant Tyrian uſeleſs vanquiſh'd view'd warrior waſte wave weſtern whofe Whoſe wild
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Página 57 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Página 51 - While Israel's sons, by scorpion curses driven, Outcasts of earth, and reprobate of heaven, Through the wide world in friendless exile stray, Remorse and shame sole comrades of their way, With dumb despair their country's wrongs behold, And, dead to glory, only burn for gold.
Página 72 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. 'And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Página 47 - The wintry top of giant Lebanon* Fierce, hardy, proud, in conscious freedom bold, Those stormy seats the warrior Druses hold ; From Norman blood their lofty line they trace, Their lion courage proves their generous race. They, only they, while all around them kneel In sullen homage to the Thracian steel, Teach their pale despot's waning moon to fear The patriot terrors of the mountain spear.
Página 71 - And who is He ? the vast, the awful form, Girt with the whirlwind, sandal'd with the storm ? A western cloud around his limbs is spread, His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head. To highest heaven he lifts his kingly hand, And treads at once the ocean and the land ; And, hark ! his voice amid the thunder's roar, His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more ! Lo ! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, Lo!
Página 49 - So when, deep sinking in the rosy main, The western Sun forsakes the Syrian plain, His watery rays refracted lustre shed, And pour their latest light on Carmel's head. Yet shines your praise, amid surrounding gloom, As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb : For few the souls that spurn a tyrant's chain, And small the bounds of freedom's scanty reign.
Página 53 - Let Sinai tell — but who shall dare recite His praise, his power, eternal, infinite ? — Awe-struck I cease ; nor bid my strains aspire, Or serve his altar with unhallow'd fire '. Such were the cares that watch'd o'er Israel's fate, And such the glories of their infant state.
Página 44 - Want, are there, And the quick-darting eye of restless fear; While cold oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.
Página 71 - E'en now, perhaps, wide waving o'er the land, The mighty angel lifts his golden wand ; Courts the bright vision of descending power, Tells every gate, and measures every tower ; And chides the tardy seals that yet detain Thy Lion, Judah, from his destin'd reign.
Página 19 - And ye of later age, though not less fame, In tilt and tournament, the princely game Of Arthur's barons, wont, by hardiest sport, To claim the fairest guerdon of the court ; Say, holy Shades, did e'er your gen'rous blood Roll through your...