The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Bind 611790 |
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Side 11
... hammer'd to the galling oar for life ; And plow the winter's wave , and reap despair . Some , for hard masters , broken under arms , 245 250 In In battle lopt away , with half their limbs , THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT I. II.
... hammer'd to the galling oar for life ; And plow the winter's wave , and reap despair . Some , for hard masters , broken under arms , 245 250 In In battle lopt away , with half their limbs , THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT I. II.
Side 17
... some alarming shock of fate 425 Strikes through their wounded hearts the fudden dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon clofe ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing , no fcar the sky ...
... some alarming shock of fate 425 Strikes through their wounded hearts the fudden dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon clofe ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing , no fcar the sky ...
Side 65
... ; Nor on his fubtle death - bed plann'd his scheme For future vacancies in church or state ; 95 105 F Unbit Some avocation deeming it to die , VOL . LXI . Unbit by rage canine of dying rich ; 110 115 THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IV . 65.
... ; Nor on his fubtle death - bed plann'd his scheme For future vacancies in church or state ; 95 105 F Unbit Some avocation deeming it to die , VOL . LXI . Unbit by rage canine of dying rich ; 110 115 THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IV . 65.
Side 77
... some did envy ; and the reft , though gods , Yet ftill gods unredeem'd ( there triumphs man , Tempted to weigh the dust against the skies ) They lefs would feel , though more adorn , my theme . They fung Creation ( for in that they shar ...
... some did envy ; and the reft , though gods , Yet ftill gods unredeem'd ( there triumphs man , Tempted to weigh the dust against the skies ) They lefs would feel , though more adorn , my theme . They fung Creation ( for in that they shar ...
Side 108
... some burst at once , And stream obfequious to the leading eye . Some ask more time , by curious art distill'd . Some hearts , in fecret hard , unapt to melt , 525 Struck by the magic of the public eye , Like Mofes ' fmitten rock , gush ...
... some burst at once , And stream obfequious to the leading eye . Some ask more time , by curious art distill'd . Some hearts , in fecret hard , unapt to melt , 525 Struck by the magic of the public eye , Like Mofes ' fmitten rock , gush ...
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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.