The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... 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 lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but ...
... 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 lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but ...
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... praise ! Not to be thought on , but with tides of joy ! The mighty basis of eternal blifs ! Where now the barren rock ? the painted forew ? Where now , Lorenzo life's eternal round ? Have I not made my triple promife good ? Vain is the ...
... praise ! Not to be thought on , but with tides of joy ! The mighty basis of eternal blifs ! Where now the barren rock ? the painted forew ? Where now , Lorenzo life's eternal round ? Have I not made my triple promife good ? Vain is the ...
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... praise : A God all mercy , is a God unjust . Ye brainless wits ! ye baptiz'd infidels ! Ye worfe for mending ! wafh'd to fouler ftains ! The ranfem was paid down ; the fund of heaven , Heaven's inexhaustible , exhausted fund , Amazing ...
... praise : A God all mercy , is a God unjust . Ye brainless wits ! ye baptiz'd infidels ! Ye worfe for mending ! wafh'd to fouler ftains ! The ranfem was paid down ; the fund of heaven , Heaven's inexhaustible , exhausted fund , Amazing ...
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... praise be thine , not human praise ? While heaven's high hoft on hallelujahs live ? O may I breathe no longer , than I breathe My foul in praise to Him , who gave my foul , 375 And all her infinite of profpect fair , 380 Cut through the ...
... praise be thine , not human praise ? While heaven's high hoft on hallelujahs live ? O may I breathe no longer , than I breathe My foul in praise to Him , who gave my foul , 375 And all her infinite of profpect fair , 380 Cut through the ...
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... praise ; While Here , of corps ethereal , fuch enroll'd , And fummon'd to the glorious Standard foon , 535 549 545 Which flames eternal crimson through the skies . Nor are our brothers thoughtless of their kin , Yet abfent ; but not ...
... praise ; While Here , of corps ethereal , fuch enroll'd , And fummon'd to the glorious Standard foon , 535 549 545 Which flames eternal crimson through the skies . Nor are our brothers thoughtless of their kin , Yet abfent ; but not ...
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Страница 40 - 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 62 - 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
Страница 20 - For Efculapian, 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 47 - Deny'd his wonted fuccour; nor with more Regret beheld her drooping, than the bells Of lilies ; faireft lilies, not fo fair! Queen lilies ! and ye painted populace! Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrofial lives; «$ In morn and evening dew, your beauties bathe, And drink the fun ; which gives your cheeks to glow, And
Страница 16 - 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 395 The vaft concerns of an eternal
Страница 80 - 550 To wretched man, the goddefs in her left, Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next; Religion! the fole voucher man is man ; Supporter fole of man above himfelf; Ev'n in this night of frailty, change, and death, 555 She gives the foul a foul that
Страница 236 - rife. 685 Heaven bade the foul this mortal frame infpire ; Bade virtue's ray divine infpire the foul With unprecarious flows of vital joy ; And, without breathing, man as well might hope For life, as without piety, for peace. 690 " Is virtue, then, and piety the fame ?" No; piety is more; 'tis virtue's fource ; Mother of
Страница 151 - night darker than the grave's ? Who fight the proofs of immortality? With horrid zeal, and execrable arts, Work all their engines, level their black fires, 645 To blot from man this attribute divine, (Than vital blood far dearer to the wife) Blafphemers, and rank atheifts to themfelves ? To contradift them, fee all nature rife! What
Страница 8 - glow, In His full beam, and ripen for the juft, Where momentary ages are no more ! Where time, and pain, and chance, and death expire! 145 And is it in the flight of threefcore years, To pufh eternity from human thought, And fmother fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal, fpending all her fires, Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idlenefs,
Страница 45 - woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel; Her death invades his mournful right, and claims 65 The grief that ftarted from my lids for Him; Seizes the faithlefs, alienated tear, Or fhares it, ere it falls. So frequent death, Sorrow he more than caufes, he confounds ; For human fighs his rival ftrokes contend,