The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... hope's career ; Warn'd by the languor of life's evening ray , At length have hous'd me in an humble fhed ; Where , future wandering banish'd from my thought , And waiting , patient , the sweet hour of reit , B VOL . III . $ I chace I ...
... hope's career ; Warn'd by the languor of life's evening ray , At length have hous'd me in an humble fhed ; Where , future wandering banish'd from my thought , And waiting , patient , the sweet hour of reit , B VOL . III . $ I chace I ...
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... hope ! it is too late ! Where , where , for fhelter , fhall the guilty fly , When confternation turns the good man pale ? Great day ! for which all other days were made ; For which earth rofe from chaos , man from earth ; And an ...
... hope ! it is too late ! Where , where , for fhelter , fhall the guilty fly , When confternation turns the good man pale ? Great day ! for which all other days were made ; For which earth rofe from chaos , man from earth ; And an ...
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... hope , and heaven ! Shall all , but man , look out with ardent eye ,. For that great day , which was ordain'd for man ? O day of confummation ! mark fupreme ( If men are wise ) of human thought ! nor least , Or in the fight of angels ...
... hope , and heaven ! Shall all , but man , look out with ardent eye ,. For that great day , which was ordain'd for man ? O day of confummation ! mark fupreme ( If men are wise ) of human thought ! nor least , Or in the fight of angels ...
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... hope , If what is hop'd he labours to fecure . 435 449 Ills there are none : All - gracious ! none from thee ; From man full many ! numerous is the race Of blackeft ills , and thofe immortal too , Begot by madness on fair liberty ...
... hope , If what is hop'd he labours to fecure . 435 449 Ills there are none : All - gracious ! none from thee ; From man full many ! numerous is the race Of blackeft ills , and thofe immortal too , Begot by madness on fair liberty ...
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... hope , For peace on earth , or prospect of the skies . 525 530 535 545 What then remains ? Much ! much ! a mighty debt To be discharg'd : thefe thoughts , O Night ! are thine ; From thee they came , like lovers ' fecret fighs , While ...
... hope , For peace on earth , or prospect of the skies . 525 530 535 545 What then remains ? Much ! much ! a mighty debt To be discharg'd : thefe thoughts , O Night ! are thine ; From thee they came , like lovers ' fecret fighs , While ...
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Страница 6 - By the loud trumpet summon'd to the charge, See, all the formidable sons of fire, Eruptions, earthquakes, comets, lightnings, play Their various engines ; all at once disgorge Their blazing magazines ; and take, by storm, This poor terrestrial citadel of man.
Страница 4 - What is the world itself? thy world — a grave. Where is the dust that has not been alive ? The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors. From human mould we reap our daily bread. The globe around earth's hollow surface shakes, And is the ceiling of her sleeping sons. O'er devastation we blind revels keep : Whole buried towns support the dancer's heel.
Страница 74 - Man's rich restorative ; his balmy bath, That supples, lubricates, and keeps in play The various movements of this nice machine, Which asks such frequent periods of repair. When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn ; Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, Or Death quite breaks the spring, and motion ends.
Страница 1 - Then cheers his heart with what his fate affords, And chants his sonnet to deceive the time, Till the due season calls him to repose : Thus I...
Страница 205 - If satire charms, strike faults, but spare the man : 'Tis dull to be as witty as you can. Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high ; Round your own fame the fatal splinters fly. As the soft plume gives swiftness to the dart, Good breeding sends the satire to the heart.
Страница 214 - In aweful ruin, like Rome's fenate, fall, The prey and worfhip of the wondering Gaul. No doubt, to genius fome reward is due, (Excluding that, were fatirizing you ;) But yet, believe thy undefigning friend, When truth and genius for thy choice contend, Though both have weight when in the balance caft, Let probity be firft, and parts the laft.
Страница 50 - Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly ? Has matter innate motion ! Then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust.
Страница 8 - From tenfold darkness ; sudden as the spark From smitten steel; from nitrous grain, the blaze. Man, starting from his couch, shall sleep no more ! The day is broke, which never more shall close...
Страница 26 - From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.
Страница 9 - Heaven opens in their bosoms : but how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone ; Who hears, intrepid, the full charge it brings, Resolv'd to silence future murmurs there ? The coward flies- and, flying, is undone. (Art thou a coward ? no :) the coward flies ; Thinks, but thinks slightly ; asks, but fears to know : Asks