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" Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt. "
Academical Lectures on the Jewish Scriptures and Antiquities: Hagiographa ... - Page 426
by John Gorham Palfrey - 1852
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The young gentleman and lady's poetical preceptor, selected [by T. Woolston].

Young gentleman - 1807
...And mercy- encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace, BOADICEA, AN ODE. V7 HEN the Britifli warrior Queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods. Sought with an indignant mien t Counfel of her country's gods, Sage, heneath a fpreading oak, Sat the Druid, hoary chief, Ev'ry hurning...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - English poetry - 1808
...The darkest day, Live till to morrow, will have pass'd away. o. ':S,L i .v A -"ft . ' BOADICEA. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, IL Sage heneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Ev'ry hurning word he spoke Full of rage,...
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Poems [ed. by J. Newton]. Illustr. with engr. from the designs of ..., Volume 2

William Cowper - 1810
...of desp'rate steps. The darkest day, Live till to morrow, will have pass'd away. BOADICEA. AN ODE. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs,...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1810 - 368 pages
...desp'rate steps. The darkest day, Live till to morrow, will have pass'cl away. BOADICEA. AN ODE. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, II. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Ev'ry burning word he spoke Full of...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1810
...desp'rate steps. The darkest day, Live till to morrow, will have pass'd away. BOADICEA. AN ODE. I. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mini, Counsel of her country's gods, II. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief;...
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Elegant extracts in poetry, Volume 2

Elegant extracts - 1816
...the winter of sorrow best shows The truth of a friend such as you. 222. Boadicea, an Ode. GOWPER. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...her country's gods ; Sage, beneath a spreading oak, _ Sat the Druid, hoary chief, Ev'ry burning word he sj>oke Full of rage, and full of grief : Princess...
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Poems, Volume 2

William Cowper - 1817
...MORAL. Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have passed away. BOADICEA. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage heneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every hurning word he spoke Full of rage, and...
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The minor poems of William Cowper

William Cowper - 1818
...start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say— Farewell' we meet no more? BOADICEA. _ / AN ODE. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrours of our tongues. Rome shall perish—write that word In...
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The Minor Poems of William Cowper of the Inner Temple

William Cowper - English poetry - 1818 - 216 pages
...start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thec say — Farewell ' we meet no more? BOADICEA. A;N ODE. WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the...! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrours of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1818 - 420 pages
...from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning...! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties AH the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word In...
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