The Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young, Том 3

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Сторінка 102 - Loud ./Etnas fulminate in love to man ; Comets good omens are, when duly scann'd ; And, in their use, eclipses learn to shine. Man is responsible for ills receiv'd ; Those we call wretched are a chosen band, Compell'd to refuge in the right, for peace.
Сторінка 40 - Th' incumbent weight of absolute, complete Conviction : here, the more we press, we stand More firm ; who most examine, most believe. Parts, like half-sentences, confound ; the whole Conveys the sense, and GOD is understood ; Who not in fragments writes to human race : Read his whole volume, sceptic ! then reply. This, this, is thinking free, a thought that grasps Beyond a grain, and looks beyond an hour. Turn up thine eye, survey this midnight scene : What are earth's kingdoms, to yon boundless...
Сторінка 128 - Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly? Has matter innate motion? then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust.
Сторінка 78 - He sees with other eyes than theirs. Where they Behold a sun, he spies a deity : What makes them only smile, makes him adore. Where they see mountains, he but atoms sees : An empire, in his balance, weighs a grain. .They things terrestrial worship as divine ; *His hopes immortal blow them by, as dust, That dims his sight, and shortens his survey, Which longs, in infinite, to lose all bound. Titles and honors (if they prove his fate,) He lays aside, to find his dignity : No dignity they find in aught...
Сторінка 46 - Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; Passions of prouder name befriend us less. Joy has her tears, and transport has her death : Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits and serenes, Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys: Tis all our present state can safely bear, Health to the frame ! and vigour to the mind ! A joy attemper'd ! a chastised delight ! Like the fair summer evening, mild and sweet ! 'Tis man's full cup, his paradise below...
Сторінка 216 - A month ! — Oh for a single week ! I ask not for years ; though an age were too little for the much I have to do.
Сторінка 100 - tis duty, glory, peace. Affliction is the good man's shining scene ; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray ; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. Heroes in battle, pilots in the storm, And virtue in calamities, admire. The crown of manhood is a winter joy ; An evergreen that stands the northern blast, And blossoms in the rigour of our fate.
Сторінка 12 - Because in the great future bury'd deep, Beyond our plans of empire and renown, Lies all that man with ardour should pursue; And he who made him bent him to the right. Man's heart th' Almighty to the future sets, By secret and inviolable springs, And makes his hope his sublunary joy.
Сторінка 109 - O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.
Сторінка 68 - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...

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