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" We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? "
Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality - Страница 7
по Edward Young - 1802 - 361 страници
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Principles of Elocution: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and ...

Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 страници
...hours\ Where are' they? with the^ears beyond the flood'. It is the signal' that demands despatch' : How much' is to be done ! my hopes and fears' Start...mine' ! And can eternity belong to me', Poor pensioner OH the bounties of an hour'? 5 ^,. • BLANK VERSE. , .551 How poor', how rich', how abject', how august',...

Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784

Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 страници
...hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands dispatch : How much is to be done ? My hopes and fears Start...fathomless abyss; A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! > How complicate, how wonderful, is man ! How passing wonder he who made him such ! Who centred in...

The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal

1832 - 614 страници
...embodying feelings, his fondness of personifying. For instance : — " My Hopes and Fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down— on what ? a fathomless abyss." This vivifying the dread inmates of the human heart, and giving the Dark Invisible a shape and action,...

Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., Том 7

John Aikin - 1821 - 412 страници
...hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands dispatch ; , How much is to be done ? My hopes and fears Start up alarm 'd, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — On what ? a fathomless abyss ! A dread eternity...

The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822 - 274 страници
...departed hours. Where are they? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands dispatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start...and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what 1 A fathomless abyss. A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner...

The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822 - 284 страници
...much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up ularm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge Ix>ok down—on what? A fathomless abyss. A dread eternity! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to mo, 1'i.ni pensioner on the bounties of an hour? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate,...

The Whole Works of the Rev. James Hervey: In Six Volumes, Том 3

James Hervey - 1825 - 500 страници
...very attentively, what is the present state, and what is likely to be the final condition of my soul. My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd ; and o'er life's...verge Look down— on what? A fathomless abyss, A vast eternity ! My sins, at the same time, like an armed host, are set in dreadful array, and surround...

Theron and Aspasio: Or: A Series of Dialogues and Letters, Upon the Most ...

James Hervey - 1825 - 460 страници
...attentively, what is the present state, and what is likely to he the final condition of my soul, . My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd; and o'er life's narrow verge Look down-on what 1 A fathomlesa ahyte, A vast eternity ! My sins, at the same time, like an armed host,...

The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of Religion

Edward Young - 1826 - 284 страници
...signal that demands despatch : " ". How much is .to bo done ! My 'hopes and fears Start up alarm'd, a^id o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A...fathomless abyss. A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! 65 And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich,...

The Christian Pioneer, Том 2

1828 - 476 страници
...beside them! This is an awful subject of contemplation: — " Our hopes and fears start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge look down — on what? — a fathomless abyss, a dread eternity!" Many and sad are the mementoes that abound both within our own breasts, and in the world without us,...




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