The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Sivu 5
... Look down - On what ? a fathomless abyss ; A dread eternity ! how furely mine ! 65 And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how auguft , How complicate , how ...
... Look down - On what ? a fathomless abyss ; A dread eternity ! how furely mine ! 65 And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how auguft , How complicate , how ...
Sivu 19
... looks on me , on all : That power , who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion fhrill , Emblem of that which fhall awake the dead , I Roufe fouls from flumber , into thoughts of heaven . 5 Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ...
... looks on me , on all : That power , who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion fhrill , Emblem of that which fhall awake the dead , I Roufe fouls from flumber , into thoughts of heaven . 5 Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ...
Sivu 25
... man , because untouch'd , unfeen , He looks on Time as nothing . Nothing else Is truly man's ; ' tis fortune's - Time ' s a god . 190 Haft Haft thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT II . 25.
... man , because untouch'd , unfeen , He looks on Time as nothing . Nothing else Is truly man's ; ' tis fortune's - Time ' s a god . 190 Haft Haft thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT II . 25.
Sivu 30
... look backwards with a smile ; Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly ; That common , but opprobrious lot ! past hours , If not by guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our prospect by the grave , 33 . All ...
... look backwards with a smile ; Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly ; That common , but opprobrious lot ! past hours , If not by guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our prospect by the grave , 33 . All ...
Sivu 63
... Look the world around , And tell me what : the wifeft cannot tell . Should any born of woman give his thought Full range , on just dislike's unbounded field ; Of things , the vanity ; of men , the flaws ; Flaws in the beft ; the many ...
... Look the world around , And tell me what : the wifeft cannot tell . Should any born of woman give his thought Full range , on just dislike's unbounded field ; Of things , the vanity ; of men , the flaws ; Flaws in the beft ; the many ...
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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