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Page 96
... shouted o'er the rising ball : O hou , whose word from solid Darkness struck That spark , the fun , strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure As misers to their gold , while others reft .
... shouted o'er the rising ball : O hou , whose word from solid Darkness struck That spark , the fun , strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure As misers to their gold , while others reft .
Page 98
... all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What tho ' my soul phantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourni'd along the gloom Of pathless woods , or down the craggy steep Hurld headlong ...
... all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What tho ' my soul phantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourni'd along the gloom Of pathless woods , or down the craggy steep Hurld headlong ...
Page 116
... such by Heav'n design'd ; He that has none , must make them , or be wretched Cares are employments ; and , without employ , The soul is on the rack ; the rack of rest , To souls most adverse , action all their joy .
... such by Heav'n design'd ; He that has none , must make them , or be wretched Cares are employments ; and , without employ , The soul is on the rack ; the rack of rest , To souls most adverse , action all their joy .
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