The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Том 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... turning earth to gold : His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r , By which ev'n kings and emperors are made . Sir , you have my good wishes : and I hope [ To Carlos . My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you . [ Exit Alv ...
... turning earth to gold : His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r , By which ev'n kings and emperors are made . Sir , you have my good wishes : and I hope [ To Carlos . My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you . [ Exit Alv ...
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... 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 summons of the next day's ...
... 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 summons of the next day's ...
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... adore thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once beeg In 22 THE REVENGE .
... adore thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once beeg In 22 THE REVENGE .
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... adore thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once been guilty 22 THE REVENGE .
... adore thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once been guilty 22 THE REVENGE .
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... turn'd o'er the catalogue of woes , Which sting the heart of man , and find none equal : It is the Hydra of calamities ; The seven - fold death : The jealous are the damn'd O jealousy , each other passion's calm To thee , thou ...
... turn'd o'er the catalogue of woes , Which sting the heart of man , and find none equal : It is the Hydra of calamities ; The seven - fold death : The jealous are the damn'd O jealousy , each other passion's calm To thee , thou ...
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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.