The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
Kirjan sisältä
Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 100
Sivu 8
... fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal , spending all her fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptur'd or alarm'd , At ought this fcene can threaten or indulge , Refembles ocean into tempeft ...
... fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal , spending all her fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptur'd or alarm'd , At ought this fcene can threaten or indulge , Refembles ocean into tempeft ...
Sivu 21
... foul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amufe , when medicines cannot cure ? When fpirits ebb , when life's enchanting scenes Their luftre lofe , and leffen in our fight ,. As lands , and cities with their ...
... foul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amufe , when medicines cannot cure ? When fpirits ebb , when life's enchanting scenes Their luftre lofe , and leffen in our fight ,. As lands , and cities with their ...
Sivu 24
... foul is on a rack ; the rack of rest , To fouls moft adverfe ; action all their joy . HC Here then , the riddle , mark'd above , unfolds 24 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... foul is on a rack ; the rack of rest , To fouls moft adverfe ; action all their joy . HC Here then , the riddle , mark'd above , unfolds 24 YOUNG'S POEM S.
Sivu 25
... foul , like peevish man and wife , United jar , and yet are loth to part . Oh the dark days of vanity ! while here , 175 How taftelefs ! and how terrible , when gone ! Gone ! they ne'er go ; when paft , they haunt us ftill ; The fpirit ...
... foul , like peevish man and wife , United jar , and yet are loth to part . Oh the dark days of vanity ! while here , 175 How taftelefs ! and how terrible , when gone ! Gone ! they ne'er go ; when paft , they haunt us ftill ; The fpirit ...
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
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
Suositut otteet
Sivu 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
Sivu 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
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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
Sivu 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
Sivu 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,
Sivu 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,
Sivu 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