#English #XVIIICentury
It is not from his form, in which… Strength join’d with beauty, digni… That man, the master of this globe… His right of empire over all that… That form, indeed, the associate o…
Say, ye apostate and profane, Wretches, who blush not to disdain Allegiance to your God,— Did e’er your idly wasted love Of virtue for her sake remove
Less worthy of applause, though mo… Because a novelty, the work of man… Imperial mistress of the fur-clad… Thy most magnificent and mighty fr… The wonder of the North. No fores…
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment sl… Yet pierced by sin the serpent’s t… I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within…
A trader I am to the African shor… But since that my trading is like… I’ll sing you a song that you ne’e… Which nobody can deny, deny, Which nobody can deny.
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal p… Scarce can endure delay of executi… Wait, with impatient readiness, to… Soul in a moment. Damned below Judas:more abhorred…
When a bar of pure silver or ingot… Is sent to be flatted or wrought i… It is pass’d between cylinders oft… In an engine of utmost mechanical… Thus tortured and squeezed, at las…
Beware, my friend! of crystal broo… Or fountain, lest that hideous hoo… Thy nose, thou chance to see; Narcissus’ fate would then be thin… And self-detested thou wouldst pin…
SCENE I.—CHORUS OF ANGEL… Now let us garlands weave Of all the fairest flowers, Now at this early dawn, For new-made man, and his companio…
My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. Ah, whither shall I fly?
Ye linnets, let us try, beneath th… Which shall be loudest in our Mak… In quest of some forlorn retreat… For all the world is blind, and wa… That God alone should prop the si…
Whence it is, that amazed I hear From yonder withered spray, This foremost morn of all the year… The melody of May? And why, since thousands would be…
(Revelations, III. 1-6) “Write to Sardis,” saith the Lord… “And write what He declares, He whose Spirit, and whose word, Upholds the seven stars:
Thus says the prophet of the Turk… Good musselman, abstain from pork! There is a part in every swine No friend or follower of mine May taste, whate’er his inclinatio…
Fortune! I thank thee: gentle god… Not that my muse, though bashful,… She would have thank’d thee rath… A treasure in her way; for neither… Of early breakfast, to dispel the…
