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The Father knows the Son ; therefore secure Ventures his filial virtue , though
untried , Against whate'er may tempt , whate'er seduce , Allure , or terrify , or
undermine . Be frustrate , all ye stratagems of Hell , And , devilish machinations ,
come ...
The Father knows the Son ; therefore secure Ventures his filial virtue , though
untried , Against whate'er may tempt , whate'er seduce , Allure , or terrify , or
undermine . Be frustrate , all ye stratagems of Hell , And , devilish machinations ,
come ...
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Get riches first , get wealth , and treasure heap , Not difficult , if thou hearken to
me : Riches are mine , fortune is in my hand ; They whom I favour thrive in wealth
amain , While virtue , valour , wisdom , sit in want . ' To whom thus Jesus patiently
...
Get riches first , get wealth , and treasure heap , Not difficult , if thou hearken to
me : Riches are mine , fortune is in my hand ; They whom I favour thrive in wealth
amain , While virtue , valour , wisdom , sit in want . ' To whom thus Jesus patiently
...
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With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. The next to fabling fell , and smooth
conceits ; A third sort doubted all things , though plain sense ; Others in virtue
plac'd felicity , But virtue join'd with riches and long life ; In corporal pleasure he ,
and ...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford. The next to fabling fell , and smooth
conceits ; A third sort doubted all things , though plain sense ; Others in virtue
plac'd felicity , But virtue join'd with riches and long life ; In corporal pleasure he ,
and ...
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I do not think my Sister so to seek , Or so unprincipled in Virtue's book , And the
sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever , As that the single want of light and
noise ( Not being in danger , as I trust she is not ) Could stir the constant mood of
her ...
I do not think my Sister so to seek , Or so unprincipled in Virtue's book , And the
sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever , As that the single want of light and
noise ( Not being in danger , as I trust she is not ) Could stir the constant mood of
her ...
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... that would follow me , Love Virtue ; she alone is free : She can teach ye how to
climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were , Heaven itself
would stoop to her . 1 LYCIDAS . In this Monody , the author bewails a COMUS .
247.
... that would follow me , Love Virtue ; she alone is free : She can teach ye how to
climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were , Heaven itself
would stoop to her . 1 LYCIDAS . In this Monody , the author bewails a COMUS .
247.
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Page 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Page 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Page 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Page 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Page 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Page 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Page 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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| Title | The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 7 The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Ezekiel Sanford |
| Author | Ezekiel Sanford |
| Contributor | Robert Walsh |
| Publisher | Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 22 May 2007 |
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