The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Bind 611790 |
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Side 5
... give it then a tongue , Is wife in man . As if an angel fpoke , I feel the folemn found . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . 60 It is the fignal that demands ...
... give it then a tongue , Is wife in man . As if an angel fpoke , I feel the folemn found . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . 60 It is the fignal that demands ...
Side 12
... give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo great 265 Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ... gives us not our wish . How distant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , felicity ! The ...
... give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo great 265 Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ... gives us not our wish . How distant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , felicity ! The ...
Side 13
... give Swoln thought a fecond channel ; who divide , They weaken too , the torrent of their grief . Take then , O World ! thy much indebted tear : How fad a fight is human happiness , 290 295 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce ...
... give Swoln thought a fecond channel ; who divide , They weaken too , the torrent of their grief . Take then , O World ! thy much indebted tear : How fad a fight is human happiness , 290 295 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce ...
Side 18
... give it vent , The longest night , though longer far , would fail , And the lark listen to my midnight song . The fpritely lark's fhrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's fharpeft thorn hard preffing on my breast , I ftrive , with wakeful ...
... give it vent , The longest night , though longer far , would fail , And the lark listen to my midnight song . The fpritely lark's fhrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's fharpeft thorn hard preffing on my breast , I ftrive , with wakeful ...
Side 23
... give ; Pregnant with all , that makes archangels fmile . Who murders time , he crushes in the birth A power ethereal , only not ador'd . Ah ! how unjust to nature and himself , Is thoughtless , thankless , inconfiftent man ! Like ...
... give ; Pregnant with all , that makes archangels fmile . Who murders time , he crushes in the birth A power ethereal , only not ador'd . Ah ! how unjust to nature and himself , Is thoughtless , thankless , inconfiftent man ! Like ...
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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.