Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: Vis. Essay on ManE. Newbery, 1796 - 220 страници |
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... ftudious head or gen'rous mind , Follow'r of God , or friend of human - kind , Poet or patriot , rose but to restore The faith and moral , Nature gave before ; Relum'd her ancient light , not kindled new ; If 8 48 ESSAY ON MAN .
... ftudious head or gen'rous mind , Follow'r of God , or friend of human - kind , Poet or patriot , rose but to restore The faith and moral , Nature gave before ; Relum'd her ancient light , not kindled new ; If 8 48 ESSAY ON MAN .
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... gave , Lamented DIGBY ! funk thee to the grave ? Tell me , if virtue made the fon expire , Why , full of days and honour , lives the fire ? Why drew Marseilles ' good bishop purer breath , When Nature ficken'd , and each gale was death ...
... gave , Lamented DIGBY ! funk thee to the grave ? Tell me , if virtue made the fon expire , Why , full of days and honour , lives the fire ? Why drew Marseilles ' good bishop purer breath , When Nature ficken'd , and each gale was death ...
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... gave the dire disease . Think we , like fome weak prince , th ' Eternal Cause , Prone for his fav'rites to reverfe his laws ? Shall burning Etna , if a fage requires , Forget to thunder , and recall her fires ? On air or fea new motions ...
... gave the dire disease . Think we , like fome weak prince , th ' Eternal Cause , Prone for his fav'rites to reverfe his laws ? Shall burning Etna , if a fage requires , Forget to thunder , and recall her fires ? On air or fea new motions ...
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... art Good , And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me , in this dark estate , To fee the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate , Left free the human will . What Confcience dictates to be be done , Or warns ( 72 )
... art Good , And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me , in this dark estate , To fee the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate , Left free the human will . What Confcience dictates to be be done , Or warns ( 72 )
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... Gave to thy view , unfortunately dear , Thy lover fleeping on th ' untimely bier ? Collecting now at length her fcatter'd force , With trembling footsteps fhe approach'd the corse , And while fhe check'd the conflict in her breast , The ...
... Gave to thy view , unfortunately dear , Thy lover fleeping on th ' untimely bier ? Collecting now at length her fcatter'd force , With trembling footsteps fhe approach'd the corse , And while fhe check'd the conflict in her breast , The ...
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Страница 139 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 137 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Страница 17 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Страница 17 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Страница 137 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 138 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 16 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 14 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.
Страница 6 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Страница 32 - Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...