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Page 17
... skulk or put on a prudential mask , As if their duty were a desp ' rate talk ; Let
active laws apply the needful curb To guard the peace that riot would disturb ,
And liberty prefery ' d from wild excess , Shall raise no feuds for armies to
suppress .
... skulk or put on a prudential mask , As if their duty were a desp ' rate talk ; Let
active laws apply the needful curb To guard the peace that riot would disturb ,
And liberty prefery ' d from wild excess , Shall raise no feuds for armies to
suppress .
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Tis harmony from yon sequesler ' d bow ' r , Sweet harmony that soothes the
midnight hour ; Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , the
enchantment was begun , And 10 un And he shall gild yon mountains height
again , .
Tis harmony from yon sequesler ' d bow ' r , Sweet harmony that soothes the
midnight hour ; Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , the
enchantment was begun , And 10 un And he shall gild yon mountains height
again , .
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And he shall gild yon mountains height again , . Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes
a pain . Is this the rugged path , the steep ascent That virtue points to ? Can a life
thus spent Lead to the bliss she promises the wise , Detach the soul from earth ...
And he shall gild yon mountains height again , . Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes
a pain . Is this the rugged path , the steep ascent That virtue points to ? Can a life
thus spent Lead to the bliss she promises the wise , Detach the soul from earth ...
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Oh laugh , or mourn with me , the rueful jest , A caffock ' d huntsman , and a
fiddling priest ; He from Italian fongsters takes his cue , Set Paul to music he shall
quote him too . He takes the field , the master of the pack Cries , well done Saint ...
Oh laugh , or mourn with me , the rueful jest , A caffock ' d huntsman , and a
fiddling priest ; He from Italian fongsters takes his cue , Set Paul to music he shall
quote him too . He takes the field , the master of the pack Cries , well done Saint ...
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Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee , But ev ' ry tear shall scald thy memory .
The graces too , while virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that soft hand of
thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr ' d the sacrifice , and
curs ...
Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee , But ev ' ry tear shall scald thy memory .
The graces too , while virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that soft hand of
thine , Felt each a mortal stab in her own breast , Abhorr ' d the sacrifice , and
curs ...
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| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, Joseph Johnson Poems, William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1788 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 31 May 2007 |
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