The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Том 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... his lov'd father slain , His martial pride , your admiration raise , And crown him with involuntary praise . Dramatis Personae . MEN . Don ALONZO , the Spanish B 2 PROLOGUE . We dread a while, lest beauty should succeed, ...
... his lov'd father slain , His martial pride , your admiration raise , And crown him with involuntary praise . Dramatis Personae . MEN . Don ALONZO , the Spanish B 2 PROLOGUE . We dread a while, lest beauty should succeed, ...
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... ; To wade through ways obscene , my honour bend , And shock my nature to attain my end : Late time shall wonder ; that my joys will raise ; For wonder is involuntary praise . ACT IV . SCENE I. Enter ALONZO and ZANGA . A TRAGEDY . 57.
... ; To wade through ways obscene , my honour bend , And shock my nature to attain my end : Late time shall wonder ; that my joys will raise ; For wonder is involuntary praise . ACT IV . SCENE I. Enter ALONZO and ZANGA . A TRAGEDY . 57.
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... praise . That I went hostage , or ambassador , Was Philip's high command , not my request : Indeed , when there , in both those characters , I bore in mind to whom I owe my birth : Rome's favour follow'd . If it is a crime To be ...
... praise . That I went hostage , or ambassador , Was Philip's high command , not my request : Indeed , when there , in both those characters , I bore in mind to whom I owe my birth : Rome's favour follow'd . If it is a crime To be ...
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... praise , our hearts approve , Each virtue grows on consecrated love : And , sure , soft passion claims to be forgiv❜n , When love of beauty is the love of heav'n . VOL . II . Σ ACT IV . Enter ERIXENE and DELia . ERIXENE . A TRAGEDY ...
... praise , our hearts approve , Each virtue grows on consecrated love : And , sure , soft passion claims to be forgiv❜n , When love of beauty is the love of heav'n . VOL . II . Σ ACT IV . Enter ERIXENE and DELia . ERIXENE . A TRAGEDY ...
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... praise this triumph ; yet I dread The combat still . And see , the foe draws near . Enter DEMETrius . DEMETRIUS . Erixene ! ERIXENE . My lord ! DEMETRIUS . My pale cheek speaks , My trembling limbs prevent my faltering tongue , And ask ...
... praise this triumph ; yet I dread The combat still . And see , the foe draws near . Enter DEMETrius . DEMETRIUS . Erixene ! ERIXENE . My lord ! DEMETRIUS . My pale cheek speaks , My trembling limbs prevent my faltering tongue , And ask ...
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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.