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... peace , and the fortunate days promised by the holy book ; the crying of the infant God , and the stabling under a poor roof of Him who rules with his father the realms above ; the star - creating heavens , the hymning of angels in the ...
... peace , and the fortunate days promised by the holy book ; the crying of the infant God , and the stabling under a poor roof of Him who rules with his father the realms above ; the star - creating heavens , the hymning of angels in the ...
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... peace better , if that were all . Give me the liberty to know , to utter , and to argue freely according to conscience , above all liberties . FROM THE SECOND DEFENCE OF THE ENGLISH PEOPLE The second of the great Latin works in which ...
... peace better , if that were all . Give me the liberty to know , to utter , and to argue freely according to conscience , above all liberties . FROM THE SECOND DEFENCE OF THE ENGLISH PEOPLE The second of the great Latin works in which ...
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... peace , was renewing what is called the episcopal war with the Scots , in which the royalists being routed in the first encounter , and the English being universally and justly disaffected , the necessity of his affairs at last obliged ...
... peace , was renewing what is called the episcopal war with the Scots , in which the royalists being routed in the first encounter , and the English being universally and justly disaffected , the necessity of his affairs at last obliged ...
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... peace of conscience , and the approbation of the good ; while I exercised that freedom of discussion which I loved . Others , without labour or desert , got possession of honours and emoluments ; but no one ever knew me either ...
... peace of conscience , and the approbation of the good ; while I exercised that freedom of discussion which I loved . Others , without labour or desert , got possession of honours and emoluments ; but no one ever knew me either ...
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... peace . II That glorious Form , that Light unsufferable , And that far - beaming blaze of majesty , Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council - table 10 To sit the midst of Trinal Unity , He laid aside , and , here with us to be ...
... peace . II That glorious Form , that Light unsufferable , And that far - beaming blaze of majesty , Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council - table 10 To sit the midst of Trinal Unity , He laid aside , and , here with us to be ...
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Page 99 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 97 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 102 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Page 56 - Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Page 84 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 100 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 56 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 132 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Page 76 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Page 55 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...