 | John Bell - 1796 - 524 pàgines
...Ask your own heart, and nothing is so plain ; 3i'5 'Tis to mistake them, costs the time and pain. V. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft', familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. 210 But where the extremes... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1798 - 140 pàgines
...wholly so, Since quicken'd by thy breath : Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot : All else beneath...if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies ! One chorus let all being raise... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pàgines
...breath; O lead me wheresoe'er I go, Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace ray lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies ! One chorus let all being raise... | |
 | Rachel Hunter - 1803 - 234 pàgines
...any fudden impulfe of the mind : there is a time when, in regard to all, you may fay with the poet, Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen. But this {late of moral rectitude will not fuffice to.keep offthe incroachments of vice.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 232 pàgines
...Ask your own heart, and nothing is so plain ; 215 "Pis to mistake them costs the time and pain. V. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft', familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. 220 But where th' extreme... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 236 pàgines
...lead me, wheresoe'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death 1 This day be bread and peace my lot ; 4i All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To Thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar earth, sea, skies ! SO One chorus let all Being raise... | |
 | Pierre Franc M'Callum - 1805 - 376 pàgines
...inclination for that which is evil, that the reformation of them would be more than Herculean labour. Vice, is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet soon, too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. POPE. It is in vain... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pàgines
...so, Since quicken'd by thy breath; ' 0 lead me wheresoe'er I go, Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot. All else beneath...if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies' One chorus let all beings raise'... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 456 pàgines
...wholly so , Since quicken'd by thy breath ; O lead me wheresoe'er I go , Thro' this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot ; All else beneath...if best bestow'd or not; And let thy will be done. To thee , whose temple is all space, "Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all being raise,... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pàgines
...wholly so, Since quicken'd by thy breath ; O lead me wheresoe'er I go, Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot : All else beneath...if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all being raise... | |
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. 
