The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... folly's creed : How folid all , where change 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 ...
... folly's creed : How folid all , where change 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 ...
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... folly turns Oft , the first inftant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We penetrate , we prophecy ...
... folly turns Oft , the first inftant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We penetrate , we prophecy ...
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... folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they postpone ; ' Tis not in folly , not to scorn a fool ; 410 And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promife is poor dilatory man ...
... folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they postpone ; ' Tis not in folly , not to scorn a fool ; 410 And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promife is poor dilatory man ...
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... fickly fong is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? not For Efculapian , but for moral aid . ftrain . The Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too soon . 20 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... fickly fong is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? not For Efculapian , but for moral aid . ftrain . The Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too soon . 20 YOUNG'S POEM S.
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Samuel Johnson. Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too soon . Youth is not rich in Time , it may be poor ; Part with it as with money , fparing ; pay No moment , but in purchase of its worth ; 50 And what its worth , ask death - beds ...
Samuel Johnson. Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too soon . Youth is not rich in Time , it may be poor ; Part with it as with money , fparing ; pay No moment , but in purchase of its worth ; 50 And what its worth , ask death - beds ...
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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