The British Poets, Volumen1Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... dead , which would greatly oblige her deceased friend . In April , 1765 , he closed his long and virtuous life . He had performed no duty for the last three or four years , but re- * His executors were his curate , Rev. John Jones , and ...
... dead , which would greatly oblige her deceased friend . In April , 1765 , he closed his long and virtuous life . He had performed no duty for the last three or four years , but re- * His executors were his curate , Rev. John Jones , and ...
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... dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her ...
... dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her ...
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... dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
... dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
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... dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! To shock us more , solicit it in vain ! Ye silken sons of pleasure ! since in pains You rue more ...
... dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! To shock us more , solicit it in vain ! Ye silken sons of pleasure ! since in pains You rue more ...
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... dead ! Thou poor , pale piece Of out - cast earth , in darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope so near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek ! Ambition truly great , Of virtuous praise ...
... dead ! Thou poor , pale piece Of out - cast earth , in darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope so near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek ! Ambition truly great , Of virtuous praise ...
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ambition angels Anne Wharton archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven Herbert Croft hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace Philander pleasure poem praise pride proud reason rise sacred says scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars Young
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Página 32 - 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.
Página 278 - And fated to survive the transient sun ! By mortals, and immortals, seen with awe ! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone, thy waist ; clouds, in heaven's loom Wrought through varieties of shape and shade, In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form ; and, heaven throughout, Voluminously pour thy pompous train.
Página 62 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Página 23 - Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Página xiv - Whence Gay was banish'd in disgrace, Where Pope will never show his face, Where Y must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
Página 17 - All pay themselves the compliment to think, They, one day, shall not drivel ; and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Página 266 - Heav'n opens in their bosoms : But, how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone...
Página 5 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
Página lix - Young should turn away a clergyman's widow, who lived with him, and who, having acquired great influence over the father, was saucy to the son. Dr. Johnson said, she could not conceal her resentment at him, for saying to Young, that "an old man should not resign himself to the management of any body.
Página 309 - Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise ; I'm still quite out at sea ; nor see the shore. Whence earth and these bright orbs ? Eternal too ? Grant matter was eternal ; still these orbs Would want some other father ; — much design Is seen in all their motions, all their makes ; Design, implies intelligence, and art ; That can't be from themselves — or man; that art Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow, And nothing greater yet allowed than man.