The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... shall be no more ! This is the bud of being , the dim dawn , The twilight of our day , the vestibule ; Life's theatre as yet is fhut , and death , Strong death , alone can heave the massy bar , This grofs impediment of clay remove , And ...
... shall be no more ! This is the bud of being , the dim dawn , The twilight of our day , the vestibule ; Life's theatre as yet is fhut , and death , Strong death , alone can heave the massy bar , This grofs impediment of clay remove , And ...
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... shall not drivel : and their pride On this reverfion takes up ready praise ; At least , their own ; their future felves applaud ; 405 How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is folly's vails ; That ...
... shall not drivel : and their pride On this reverfion takes up ready praise ; At least , their own ; their future felves applaud ; 405 How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is folly's vails ; That ...
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... Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I know the terms on which he fees the light ; He that is born , is lifted , life is war ; Eternal war with woe . Who bears it beft , Deferves it ...
... Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I know the terms on which he fees the light ; He that is born , is lifted , life is war ; Eternal war with woe . Who bears it beft , Deferves it ...
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... shall we kill each day ? If Trifling kills ; Sure Vice must butcher . O what heaps of flain Cry out for vengeance on us ! Time destroy'd Is Suicide , where more than Blood is fpilt . Time flies , death urges , knells call , heaven ...
... shall we kill each day ? If Trifling kills ; Sure Vice must butcher . O what heaps of flain Cry out for vengeance on us ! Time destroy'd Is Suicide , where more than Blood is fpilt . Time flies , death urges , knells call , heaven ...
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... Shall it evaporate in fume ? fly off Fuliginous , and fain us deeper ftill ? Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of heaven ? 3 33 Where fhall I find Him ? Angels ! tell me where . 31 You know him ...
... Shall it evaporate in fume ? fly off Fuliginous , and fain us deeper ftill ? Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of heaven ? 3 33 Where fhall I find Him ? Angels ! tell me where . 31 You know him ...
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æther againſt ambition angels art thou beneath beſt bleffings bleft blifs bliſs blood divine breaſt cauſe chimæra dæmons darkneſs death Deity deſpair diftant divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n facred fame fate feen fenfe fhall fhines fhould figh fing fkies fleeps flight fmile foft folar fome fong fool foon ftill fuch fure fyren give glory grave grief guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human juft juſt lefs life's loft Lorenzo man's moft mortal moſt muft muſt Narciffa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure praiſe prefent pride reafon rife ſcene ſcheme ſenſe ſhades ſhall ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſtars ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrike ſtrong thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb triumph truth virtue waſte whofe whoſe wife wing wiſdom worfe wretched
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Страница 28 - Behold him, there, juft rifing to a god. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of 'virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Fly, ye profane ! If not, draw near with awe, Receive the blefling, and adore the chance, That threw in this Bethefda your difeafe; If
Страница 30 - Behold him, there, juft rifing to a god. 630 The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of 'virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Fly, ye profane ! If not, draw near with awe, Receive the bleffing, and adore the chance, 635
Страница 4 - fudden death. How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to-day; 'tis madnefs to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wifdom is pufh'd out of life. Procraftination is the thief of time; Year after year it fteals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vaft concerns of an eternal fcene.
Страница 50 - The deep damp vault, the darknefs, and the worm; Thefe are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imaginations fool, and error's wretch, Man makes a death, which nature never made; 15 Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one. But
Страница 4 - s no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rife, Than man's prefumption on to-morrow's dawn ? Where is to-morrow ? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverfe Is fure to none; and yet on this perhaps, This peradventure, infamous for lies, As on a rock of adamant, we build
Страница 4 - on to-morrow's dawn ? Where is to-morrow ? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverfe Is fure to none; and yet on this perhaps, This peradventure, infamous for lies, As on a rock of adamant, we build Our mountain hopes; fpin out eternal fchemes,
Страница 8 - but for moral aid. Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too foon. Youth is not rich in Time, it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, fparing; pay No moment, but in purchafe of its worth $ 50 And what its worth,
Страница 4 - That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themfelves the compliment to think They one day (hall not drivel : and their pride On this reverfion takes up ready