The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Том 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... were poor revenge - E'er since his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses , and thinks it is forgot . Insolent thought ! and like a second blow ! Affronts are innocent , where men are worthless ; And 6 THE REVENGE .
... were poor revenge - E'er since his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses , and thinks it is forgot . Insolent thought ! and like a second blow ! Affronts are innocent , where men are worthless ; And 6 THE REVENGE .
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... beneath , And ' tis the trick of fools to save their credit , Which brought another language into use . Don Carlos is of antient , noble blood ; And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune : For him the sun is labouring in the ...
... beneath , And ' tis the trick of fools to save their credit , Which brought another language into use . Don Carlos is of antient , noble blood ; And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune : For him the sun is labouring in the ...
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... Beneath thy sphere ? E'er while , far , far above Such little arts , dissemblings , falshoods , frauds , The trash of villainy itself , which falls To cowards , and poor wretches wanting bread : Does this become a soldier ? This become ...
... Beneath thy sphere ? E'er while , far , far above Such little arts , dissemblings , falshoods , frauds , The trash of villainy itself , which falls To cowards , and poor wretches wanting bread : Does this become a soldier ? This become ...
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... beneath this load , I'll die . ZANGA . But for what better will you change this load ? Grant you should know it , would not that be worse ? ALONZO . No ; it would cure me of my mortal pangs , By hatred and contempt : I should despise ...
... beneath this load , I'll die . ZANGA . But for what better will you change this load ? Grant you should know it , would not that be worse ? ALONZO . No ; it would cure me of my mortal pangs , By hatred and contempt : I should despise ...
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... ; He fought as he was wont , and four he slew ; Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death : His last breath blest Alonzo , and desir'd His bones might rest near yours . ALONZO . O Zanga ! Zanga ! But i'll not 78 THE REVENGE .
... ; He fought as he was wont , and four he slew ; Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death : His last breath blest Alonzo , and desir'd His bones might rest near yours . ALONZO . O Zanga ! Zanga ! But i'll not 78 THE REVENGE .
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Сторінка 214 - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Сторінка 232 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Сторінка 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Сторінка 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Сторінка 206 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Сторінка 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Сторінка 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Сторінка 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Сторінка 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Сторінка 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.