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... field is o'er , The trumpets sleep , and cannons cease to roar ; When every dismal echo is decayed , And all the thunder of the battle laid ; Attend , auspicious prince , and let the muse In humble accents milder thoughts infuse ...
... field is o'er , The trumpets sleep , and cannons cease to roar ; When every dismal echo is decayed , And all the thunder of the battle laid ; Attend , auspicious prince , and let the muse In humble accents milder thoughts infuse ...
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... fields and rolling floods , Or slaughtering mortals , or a match for gods . And here , perhaps , by fate's unerring doom , Some mighty bard lies hid in years to come , That shall in William's godlike acts engage , And with his battles ...
... fields and rolling floods , Or slaughtering mortals , or a match for gods . And here , perhaps , by fate's unerring doom , Some mighty bard lies hid in years to come , That shall in William's godlike acts engage , And with his battles ...
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... field , O'er giants cloven down , and monsters killed , Reeking in blood , and smeared with dust and sweat , Whilst angry gods conspire to make him great . Thy navy rides on seas before unprest , And strikes a terror through the haughty ...
... field , O'er giants cloven down , and monsters killed , Reeking in blood , and smeared with dust and sweat , Whilst angry gods conspire to make him great . Thy navy rides on seas before unprest , And strikes a terror through the haughty ...
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... fields laid waste ; Think on the heaps of corps , and streams of blood , On every guilty plain , and purple flood , Thy arms have made , and cease an impious war , Nor waste the lives intrusted to thy care . Or if no milder thought can ...
... fields laid waste ; Think on the heaps of corps , and streams of blood , On every guilty plain , and purple flood , Thy arms have made , and cease an impious war , Nor waste the lives intrusted to thy care . Or if no milder thought can ...
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... field o'erspread , And fountains soak the violet's dewy bed . Though barks or plaited willows make your hive , A narrow inlet to their cells contrive ; For colds congeal and freeze the liquors up , And , melted down with heat , the ...
... field o'erspread , And fountains soak the violet's dewy bed . Though barks or plaited willows make your hive , A narrow inlet to their cells contrive ; For colds congeal and freeze the liquors up , And , melted down with heat , the ...
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Page 182 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Page 49 - The victor's shouts and dying groans confound, The dreadful burst of cannon rend the skies, And all the thunder of the battle rise. "Twas then great Marlborough's mighty soul was proved, That, in the shock of charging hosts unmoved, Amidst confusion, horror, and despair, Examined all the dreadful scenes of war ; In peaceful thought the field of death surveyed, To fainting squadrons sent the timely aid, Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage.
Page xvii - To strew fresh laurels, let the task be mine, A frequent pilgrim at thy sacred shrine ; Mine with true sighs thy absence to bemoan, And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone.