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Milton , and Dryden , and Pope , and on through the long array of sweet singers ,
on whom the mantle of Poetic inspiration has fallen , down to our own time ; —not
one of them , we say , whatever were his age , or tongue , or creed , but would ...
Milton , and Dryden , and Pope , and on through the long array of sweet singers ,
on whom the mantle of Poetic inspiration has fallen , down to our own time ; —not
one of them , we say , whatever were his age , or tongue , or creed , but would ...
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... wars , and by confusion stand . Milton . Despotic sway , and old tyrannic rule ,
Will , in the end , assuredly produce In body politics an atrophy , Or else wide -
wasting social anarchy . Egone . ANATOMY . OH , that my tongue were in the.
... wars , and by confusion stand . Milton . Despotic sway , and old tyrannic rule ,
Will , in the end , assuredly produce In body politics an atrophy , Or else wide -
wasting social anarchy . Egone . ANATOMY . OH , that my tongue were in the.
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OH , that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth ! Then with a passion I would
shake the world , And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy , Which cannot hear a
feeble lady's voice . Shakspere . They brought one Pinch , a hungry , lean - faced
...
OH , that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth ! Then with a passion I would
shake the world , And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy , Which cannot hear a
feeble lady's voice . Shakspere . They brought one Pinch , a hungry , lean - faced
...
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Immortal art ! where'er the rounded sky Bends o'er the cradle where thy children
lie , Their home is earth , their herald every tongue . Art is wondrous long , Yet to
the wise her paths are ever fair , And patience smiles though genius may despair
...
Immortal art ! where'er the rounded sky Bends o'er the cradle where thy children
lie , Their home is earth , their herald every tongue . Art is wondrous long , Yet to
the wise her paths are ever fair , And patience smiles though genius may despair
...
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They say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony .
Shakspere . I'm never merry when I hear sweet music ; The reason is your spirits
are attentive . Shakspere . The first true cause , and last good end , She cannot
here so ...
They say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony .
Shakspere . I'm never merry when I hear sweet music ; The reason is your spirits
are attentive . Shakspere . The first true cause , and last good end , She cannot
here so ...
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