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Side 174 - All higher Knowledge in her presence falls Degraded ; Wisdom in discourse with her Loses discountenanced, and like Folly shows ; Authority and Reason on her wait, As one intended first, not after made Occasionally ; and, to consummate all, Greatness of mind, and nobleness, their seat Build in her loveliest, and create an awe About her, as a guard angelic placed.
Side 244 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat! Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Side 430 - With all his verdure spoil'd, and trees adrift, Down the great river to the opening gulf, And there take root, an island salt and bare, The haunt of seals, and ores, and sea-mews...
Side 220 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Side 406 - if thou well observe The rule of 'Not too much,' by temperance taught, In what thou eat'st and drink'st, seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight ; Till many years over thy head return, So may'st thou live, till, like ripe fruit, thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature : This is old age...
Side 144 - That not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle ; but to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom...
Side 224 - With burnish'd neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant...
Side 78 - Standing on Earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues.
Side 390 - So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone Of lustre from the brook, in memory Or monument to ages; and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or footstep trace?
Side 348 - She ended weeping, and her lowly plight, Immovable till peace obtained from fault Acknowledged and deplored, in Adam wrought Commiseration; soon his heart relented Towards her, his life so late and sole delight, Now at his feet submissive in distress, Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking, His counsel whom she had displeased, his aid; As one disarmed, his anger all he lost...

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