The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 25
Página 33
... strange turn of mind , who will hereafter peruse the Night Thoughts ' with less satisfaction ; who will wish they had still been deceived ; who will quarrel with me for discovering that no such character as their Lorenzo ever yet ...
... strange turn of mind , who will hereafter peruse the Night Thoughts ' with less satisfaction ; who will wish they had still been deceived ; who will quarrel with me for discovering that no such character as their Lorenzo ever yet ...
Página 51
... strange that the author of the Night Thoughts ' has inscribed no monument to the me- mory of his lamented wife ? Yet , what marble will endure as long as the poems ? " Such , my good friend , is the account THE LIFE OF YOUNG . 51.
... strange that the author of the Night Thoughts ' has inscribed no monument to the me- mory of his lamented wife ? Yet , what marble will endure as long as the poems ? " Such , my good friend , is the account THE LIFE OF YOUNG . 51.
Página 63
... wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd , Connexion exquisite of distant ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 63.
... wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd , Connexion exquisite of distant ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 63.
Página 73
... strange ? That ' tis so frequent , this is stranger still . " Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm , That all men are about to live , ' For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They ...
... strange ? That ' tis so frequent , this is stranger still . " Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm , That all men are about to live , ' For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They ...
Página 74
... strange ! my full heart ! -But should I give it vent , The longest night , though longer far , would fail , And the lark listen to my midnight song . The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's 74 N. I. THE COMPLAINT .
... strange ! my full heart ! -But should I give it vent , The longest night , though longer far , would fail , And the lark listen to my midnight song . The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's 74 N. I. THE COMPLAINT .
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
ambition angels Anne Wharton art thou beam beneath bids bleeds bless'd bliss blood divine boundless Busiris call'd dark dead death Deity divine Dorset Downs dread dreams Duke of Wharton dust e'en earth Edward Young endless eternal fair fame fate fear fire flame folly fond fool friendship future genius give glorious glory grave grief guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious infidel labour life's light live Lorenzo Lyric Poetry man's mankind mortal Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry praise pride proud Reason Reason sleeps rich rise sacred says scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile song soul immortal stars strange thee theme thine throne tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wanted wing wing wisdom wise wish wretched Young
Pasajes populares
Página 63 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Página 63 - 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.
Página 93 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Página 103 - O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fall ; Volcanos bellow ere they disembogue ; Earth trembles ere her yawning jaws devour ; And smoke betrays the wide-consuming fire : Ruin from man is most conceal'd when near, And sends the dreadful tidings in the blow. Is this the flight of fancy ? Would it were ! Heaven's sovereign saves all beings, but himself, That hideous sight, a naked human heart.
Página 184 - The meanest slave ; all more is merit's due, Her sacred and inviolable right Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man. Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth ; Nor ever fail of their allegiance there. Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, And vote the mantle into majesty.
Página 196 - 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.
Página 64 - O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or, down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool ; Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain...
Página 83 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself. Each night we die; Each morn are born anew; each day a life!
Página 184 - But wherefore envy \ Talents angel-bright, If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults Illustrious, and give infamy renown.
Página 71 - There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none: and yet on this perhaps...