The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Bind 611790 |
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Side 16
... leaves -385 390 395 The vaft concerns of an eternal scene . If not fo frequent , would not This be strange ? That ' tis fo frequent , This is ftranger still . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about ...
... leaves -385 390 395 The vaft concerns of an eternal scene . If not fo frequent , would not This be strange ? That ' tis fo frequent , This is ftranger still . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about ...
Side 20
... leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half impress On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? He mourns the ...
... leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half impress On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? He mourns the ...
Side 22
... leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immenfe ...
... leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immenfe ...
Side 24
... Leave to thy foes thefe errors , and thefe ills ; 145 To nature juft , their Cause and Cure explore . Not short heaven's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard , nature ; men are prodigals . We waste , not use our time ; we breathe ...
... Leave to thy foes thefe errors , and thefe ills ; 145 To nature juft , their Cause and Cure explore . Not short heaven's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard , nature ; men are prodigals . We waste , not use our time ; we breathe ...
Side 28
... leaves more durable than leaves of brafs Writes our whole history ; which Death shall read In every pale delinquent's private ear ; And Judgment publish ; publish to more worlds Than this ; and endless age in groans refound . Lorenzo ...
... leaves more durable than leaves of brafs Writes our whole history ; which Death shall read In every pale delinquent's private ear ; And Judgment publish ; publish to more worlds Than this ; and endless age in groans refound . Lorenzo ...
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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.