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G. Burnet, 1764 - Literature
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Page 95 - are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain, And unbury'd remain, 'Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew: 'Behold how they tofs their torches on high, How they point to the Perfian abodes, And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods! The princes applaud with a furious joy,
Page 88 - and fire out of his mouth devoured : C'oals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens alfo, and came down, and darknefs was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly, and came flying upon the wings of the wind
Page 221 - Bright as the fun, || her eyes the gazers ftrike ; And, like the fun, they (hine on all alike.|| Yet graceful eafe, || and fweetnefs void of pride. Might hide her faults,|( if belles had faults to hide,|| If to her /hare || fome female errors fall,
Page 109 - brain ? I fee thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marfhal'ft me the way that I was going, And fuch an inftrument I was to ufe. Mine eyes are made the fools
Page 229 - prime, to mark how fpring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid
Page 100 - bove the main, That thin-gs might change or ceafe : tears his white hair (Which the impetuous blafts, with eyelefs rage, Catch in their fury, and make nothing of.) Strives, in his little world of man,
Page 88 - and were afraid ; the depths alfo were troubled. The clouds poured out water, the air thundered, and thine arrows went abroad. The voice of thy thunder was heard round about; the lightnings (hone upon the ground; the earth
Page 158 - love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud^;.;;^ Feed on her damafk cheek : She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at
Page 90 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot; and walketh upon the wings of the wind. He maketh his angels
Page 180 - Unto the white, upturned, wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he beftrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And fails upon the bofom of the air

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