The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Sivu 3
... , if dreams infeft the grave . I wake , emerging from a fea of dreams 5 Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd defponding thought , 10 From wave to wave of fancied mifery , At random drove , her helm of reafon loft . B 2 At [ 3 ]
... , if dreams infeft the grave . I wake , emerging from a fea of dreams 5 Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd defponding thought , 10 From wave to wave of fancied mifery , At random drove , her helm of reafon loft . B 2 At [ 3 ]
Sivu 4
... grave ; The grave , your kingdom : There this frame fhall fa A victim facred to your dreary fhrine . But what are ye ? — Thou , who didft put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing ball ...
... grave ; The grave , your kingdom : There this frame fhall fa A victim facred to your dreary fhrine . But what are ye ? — Thou , who didft put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing ball ...
Sivu 6
... grave ; ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread , What though my foul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathlefs woods ; or , down the ...
... grave ; ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread , What though my foul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathlefs woods ; or , down the ...
Sivu 7
... grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the fad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth , is Shadow , all beyond Is Subftance ; the reverse is folly's creed : How folid all ...
... grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the fad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth , is Shadow , all beyond Is Subftance ; the reverse is folly's creed : How folid all ...
Sivu 12
... grave . How groaning hospitals eject their dead ! What numbers groan for fad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons ...
... grave . How groaning hospitals eject their dead ! What numbers groan for fad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons ...
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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
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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