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Joy fills his soul, joy innocent of thought; 25o What pow'r, he cries, what pow'r
these wonders wrought Son; what thou seek'st is in thee! Look, and find Each
Monster meets his likeness in thy mind. Yet would'st thou more? In yonder cloud
N 305 Teach thou the warbling Polypheme to roar, And scream thyself as none e'
er scream'd before To aid our cause, if Heav'n thou can'st not bend, Hell thou
shalt move; for Faustus is our friend: Pluto with Cato thou for this shalt join, 310 ...
mNor cou'd'st thou, CHESTERFIELD! a tear refuse, Thou wept'st, and with thee
wept each gentle Muse. 45 When lo! a Harlot form soft sliding by, With mincing
step, small voice, and languid eye; Foreign her air, her robe's discordant pride In
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - lizpatanders - LibraryThing
On the whole, I did enjoy reading this poem, although I found it very difficult to read. I've heard before that it's very hard to comprehend the first time around, and I would have to agree. Although ... Read full review