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... thro ' which it rolls , must all have end . What then is man ? The smallest part of nothing . Day buries day ; month , month ; and year the year : Our life is but a chain of many deaths . Can then death's self be fear'd ? Our life much ...
... thro ' which it rolls , must all have end . What then is man ? The smallest part of nothing . Day buries day ; month , month ; and year the year : Our life is but a chain of many deaths . Can then death's self be fear'd ? Our life much ...
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... thro ' my heart and marrow ! Pr'ythee spare me ; Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord : I own , I try'd , I quarrell'd , with my heart , And push'd it on , and bid it give her death ; But , O ! her eyes struck first , and murder'd ...
... thro ' my heart and marrow ! Pr'ythee spare me ; Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord : I own , I try'd , I quarrell'd , with my heart , And push'd it on , and bid it give her death ; But , O ! her eyes struck first , and murder'd ...
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... interview , My passion so far threw me from my guard , ( Methinks ' tis strange ! ) that , conscious of her guilt , She saw not , thro ' its thin disguise , my heart . ZANGA . But what design you , Sir ; and A TRAGEDY . 79.
... interview , My passion so far threw me from my guard , ( Methinks ' tis strange ! ) that , conscious of her guilt , She saw not , thro ' its thin disguise , my heart . ZANGA . But what design you , Sir ; and A TRAGEDY . 79.
Side 80
... thro ' the leaves ; May serpents , winding up the trees , let fall Their hissing necks upon them from above , And mingle kisses - such as I should give them ! [ Exit . SCENE - THE BOWER . LEONORA sleeping . Enter ALONZO 80 THE REVENGE .
... thro ' the leaves ; May serpents , winding up the trees , let fall Their hissing necks upon them from above , And mingle kisses - such as I should give them ! [ Exit . SCENE - THE BOWER . LEONORA sleeping . Enter ALONZO 80 THE REVENGE .
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... thro ' them all . [ As he is going to strike , she wakes . LEONORA . My lord , your stay was long ; and yonder lull Of falling waters tempted me to rest , Dispirited with noon's excessive heat . ALONZO . Ye pow'rs , with what an eye she ...
... thro ' them all . [ As he is going to strike , she wakes . LEONORA . My lord , your stay was long ; and yonder lull Of falling waters tempted me to rest , Dispirited with noon's excessive heat . ALONZO . Ye pow'rs , with what an eye she ...
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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.