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... death : Ah ! 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 ...
... death : Ah ! 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 ...
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... death would please me . Unhappy fate ! My country overcome ; My six years hope of vengeance quite expir'd ! Would nature were - I will not fall alone ; But other's groans shall tell the world my Enter LEONORA . ALONZO . death . When ...
... death would please me . Unhappy fate ! My country overcome ; My six years hope of vengeance quite expir'd ! Would nature were - I will not fall alone ; But other's groans shall tell the world my Enter LEONORA . ALONZO . death . When ...
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... friend well . CARLOS . I pray be plain : his happiness is mine . ZANGA . He loves to death ; but so reveres his friend , He cant persuade his heart to wed the maid , VOL . II . D Without your leave , and that he fears to ask A TRAGEDY . 33.
... friend well . CARLOS . I pray be plain : his happiness is mine . ZANGA . He loves to death ; but so reveres his friend , He cant persuade his heart to wed the maid , VOL . II . D Without your leave , and that he fears to ask A TRAGEDY . 33.
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Edward Young. CARLOS . By my decree ! Do I decree his death ? . I do- -Shall I then lead her to his arms ? O ! which side shall I take ? be stabb'd ? or - stab ? ' Tis equal death , a choice of agonies.- Ah ! no ! all other agonies are ...
Edward Young. CARLOS . By my decree ! Do I decree his death ? . I do- -Shall I then lead her to his arms ? O ! which side shall I take ? be stabb'd ? or - stab ? ' Tis equal death , a choice of agonies.- Ah ! no ! all other agonies are ...
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... deaths . Can then death's self be fear'd ? Our life much rather : Life is the desart , life the solitude ; Death joins us to the great majority : ' Tis to be born to Plato's and to Cæsar ; ' Tis to be great for ever ; ' Tis pleasure ...
... deaths . Can then death's self be fear'd ? Our life much rather : Life is the desart , life the solitude ; Death joins us to the great majority : ' Tis to be born to Plato's and to Cæsar ; ' Tis to be great for ever ; ' Tis pleasure ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Ingen forhåndsvisning - 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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Side 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,...
Side 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Side 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.
Side 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.