The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Том 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... heart , To heal his devastations from the Moors , Knowing I'm richly freighted from the East , My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain , ( Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm ! ) Caresses me , and urges her to wed ...
... heart , To heal his devastations from the Moors , Knowing I'm richly freighted from the East , My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain , ( Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm ! ) Caresses me , and urges her to wed ...
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... heart . LEONORA . Alas ! my lord , we are too delicate ; And when we grasp the happiness we wish'd , We call on wit to argue it away : A plainer man would not feel half your pains ; But some have too much wisdom to be happy . CARLOS ...
... heart . LEONORA . Alas ! my lord , we are too delicate ; And when we grasp the happiness we wish'd , We call on wit to argue it away : A plainer man would not feel half your pains ; But some have too much wisdom to be happy . CARLOS ...
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... heart is cold to death : Ah ! turn , and let me warm me in thy beauties . Heav'ns ! what a proof I gave , but two nights past , Of matchless love ! To fling me at thy feet , I slighted friendship , and I flew from fame ; Nor heard the ...
... heart is cold to death : Ah ! turn , and let me warm me in thy beauties . Heav'ns ! what a proof I gave , but two nights past , Of matchless love ! To fling me at thy feet , I slighted friendship , and I flew from fame ; Nor heard the ...
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... heart to thee . Never was such a day of triumph known ! There's not a wounded captive in my train , That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels , With half a life , and beggary , and chains , But is a god to me : I am most wretched ...
... heart to thee . Never was such a day of triumph known ! There's not a wounded captive in my train , That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels , With half a life , and beggary , and chains , But is a god to me : I am most wretched ...
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... heart ! - I hope it most - and yet I dread it more . Should it be so ; should her tears flow from thence ; How would my soul blaze up in extasy ! Ah , no ! How sink into the depth of horrors ! Why would LEONORA . you force my stay ...
... heart ! - I hope it most - and yet I dread it more . Should it be so ; should her tears flow from thence ; How would my soul blaze up in extasy ! Ah , no ! How sink into the depth of horrors ! Why would LEONORA . you force my stay ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2017 |
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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.