The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Bind 611790 |
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Side 10
... shines ; And , one day , thou fhalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid fuch mighty plunder , why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark fo mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Infatiate archer ! could not one fuffice ? 210 215 ...
... shines ; And , one day , thou fhalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid fuch mighty plunder , why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark fo mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Infatiate archer ! could not one fuffice ? 210 215 ...
Side 27
... shine . Ye well - array'd ! ye lilies of our land ! Ye lilies male ! who neither toil , nor spin , ( As fifter lilies might ) if not fo wife 235 As Solomon , more fumptuous to the fight ! Ye delicate ! who nothing can fupport ...
... shine . Ye well - array'd ! ye lilies of our land ! Ye lilies male ! who neither toil , nor spin , ( As fifter lilies might ) if not fo wife 235 As Solomon , more fumptuous to the fight ! Ye delicate ! who nothing can fupport ...
Side 58
... his way " With dreadful waste of what deferves to shine ! 460 " Art , genius , fortune , elevated power ! " With various luftres thefe light up the world , " Which death puts out , and darkens human race " Which 58 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... his way " With dreadful waste of what deferves to shine ! 460 " Art , genius , fortune , elevated power ! " With various luftres thefe light up the world , " Which death puts out , and darkens human race " Which 58 YOUNG'S POEM S.
Side 103
... shines . When later , there ' s lefs time to play the fool . Soon our old term for wisdom is expir'd ( Thou know'ft fhe calls no council in the grave ) : And everlasting fool is writ in fire , Or real wisdom wafts us to the skies . 355 ...
... shines . When later , there ' s lefs time to play the fool . Soon our old term for wisdom is expir'd ( Thou know'ft fhe calls no council in the grave ) : And everlasting fool is writ in fire , Or real wisdom wafts us to the skies . 355 ...
Side 121
... How , comet like , it threatens , while it shines ! Few years but yield us proof of death's ambition , To cull his victims from the fairest fold , And blifs , And fheath his fhafts in all the pride THE COMPLAINT NIGHT V. 121.
... How , comet like , it threatens , while it shines ! Few years but yield us proof of death's ambition , To cull his victims from the fairest fold , And blifs , And fheath his fhafts in all the pride THE COMPLAINT NIGHT V. 121.
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æther againſt ambition angels art thou aſk Becauſe bleffings bleft blifs bliſs bluſh boundleſs cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n facred fafe fame fate fenfe fhall fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftill ftrange fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft lefs life's loft Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Narciffa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſcheme ſenſe ſhades ſhall ſhines ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſtars ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth vaft virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wretched
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Side 16 - 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 40 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Side 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.
Side 4 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve...
Side 5 - 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.
Side 20 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Side 3 - From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
Side 29 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school, To teach her sons herself.
Side 5 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
Side 249 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.