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Página 42 - Almighty and most merciful Father ; We have erred, and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done ; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Página 29 - And all the inferior globe to cinders turn. His dire artillery thus dismissed, he bent His thoughts to some securer punishment ; Concludes to pour a watery deluge down, And, what he durst not burn, resolves to drown. The Northern breath, that freezes floods, he binds, With all the race of cloud-dispelling winds ; The South he loosed, who night and horror brings, And fogs are shaken from his flaggy wings.
Página 21 - He fell as the moon in a storm; as the sun from the midst of his course, when clouds rise from the waste of the waves, when the blackness of the storm inwraps the rocks of Ardannider.
Página 21 - But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever ! XVII.
Página 30 - The floods by nature enemies to land, And proudly swelling with their new command, Remove the living stones that stopt their way, And, gushing from their source, augment the sea.
Página 127 - I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast, And urge the feet forbid to linger here. But must I rove by Arno's current clear, And hear the rush of Tiber's yellow flood, And wander on the mount, now waste and drear, Where...
Página 30 - Now seas and earth were in confusion lost; A world of waters, and without a coast. One climbs a cliff; one in his boat is borne, And ploughs above, where late he sow'd his corn.
Página 29 - Defrauded clowns deplore their perish'd grain, And the long labours of the year are vain. Nor from his patrimonial heaven alone Is Jove content to pour his vengeance down ; Aid from his brother of the seas he craves, To help him with auxiliary waves. The...
Página 30 - The frighted wolf now swims amongst the sheep; The yellow lion wanders in the deep: His rapid force no longer helps the boar: The stag swims faster, than he ran before. The fowls, long beating on their wings in vain, Despair of land, and drop into the main. Now hills and vales no more distinction know, And levell'd nature lies oppress'd below.
Página 31 - Athenian and Boeotian lands, The bound of fruitful fields, while fields they were, But then a field of waters did appear: Parnassus is its name; whose forky rise Mounts through the clouds, and mates the lofty skies. High on the summit of this dubious cliff, Deucalion wafting, moor'd his little skiff. He with his wife were only left behind Of perish'd man; they two were human kind.

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