The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of the Author, Bind 1Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1805 |
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Side 21
... weep ? where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I know the terms on which he sees the light : He that is born is listed : life is war ; Eternal war with woe ; who bears it best Deserves it least . - On other ...
... weep ? where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I know the terms on which he sees the light : He that is born is listed : life is war ; Eternal war with woe ; who bears it best Deserves it least . - On other ...
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... weep ; mix'd tears of grief and joy ! Amazement strikes ! devotion bursts to flame ! Christians adore ! and infidels believe . As some tall tow'r , or lofty mountain's brow , Detains the sun , illustrious , from its height , While ...
... weep ; mix'd tears of grief and joy ! Amazement strikes ! devotion bursts to flame ! Christians adore ! and infidels believe . As some tall tow'r , or lofty mountain's brow , Detains the sun , illustrious , from its height , While ...
Side 53
... weep . Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our shame . Ye that e'er lost an angel , pity me ! Soon as the lustre languish'd in her eye , Dawning a dimmer day on human sight , And on her cheek , the residence of spring , Pale Omen sat ...
... weep . Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our shame . Ye that e'er lost an angel , pity me ! Soon as the lustre languish'd in her eye , Dawning a dimmer day on human sight , And on her cheek , the residence of spring , Pale Omen sat ...
Side 93
... The noblest truths ; there strongest motives sting ; There sacred violence assaults the soul ; There nothing but compulsion is forborne . Can love allure us ? or can terror awe ? He weeps ! the falling drop puts out the sun NIGHT IV . 93.
... The noblest truths ; there strongest motives sting ; There sacred violence assaults the soul ; There nothing but compulsion is forborne . Can love allure us ? or can terror awe ? He weeps ! the falling drop puts out the sun NIGHT IV . 93.
Side 94
With the Life of the Author Edward Young. He weeps ! the falling drop puts out the sun . He sighs ! -the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes . If in his love so terrible , what then His wrath inflam'd ? his tenderness on fire ? Like soft ...
With the Life of the Author Edward Young. He weeps ! the falling drop puts out the sun . He sighs ! -the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes . If in his love so terrible , what then His wrath inflam'd ? his tenderness on fire ? Like soft ...
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ambition angels art thou awful beam beneath bids birth bleeds blest bliss blood divine burst call'd celestial charms christian dæmons darkness dead death Deity deny'd divine dread Duke of Wharton dust E'en earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ev'ry fair fate fear fire flame flight folly fond fool gaze genius give glorious glory grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hour human illustrious labour life's live Lorenzo man's mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander pour'd pow'r praise pride reason rich rise sacred scene seraphs shades shines sigh skies smile soft song soul immortal Stamp'd stars sting storm tears thee theme thine thou thro throne tomb tremble triumph truth virtue weep Winchester College wing wisdom wise wound wretched Ye stars YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY Young
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Side 22 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is pushed 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 28 - If nothing more than purpose in thy power, Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Side 75 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Man makes a death, which nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.
Side 23 - All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own their future selves applaud; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodged in their own hands is Folly's vails; That lodged in Fate's to wisdom they consign; The thing they can't but purpose, they postpone.
Side 10 - From different natures marvellously' mixt, Connexion exquisite of distant worlds*! Distinguished link in being's endless chain*! Midway from nothing' to the Deity*! A beam ethereal', sullied', and absorpt*! Though sullied*, and dishonour'd', still divine*? Dim miniature' of greatness absolute*! An heir of glory/! a frail child of dust*! Helpless immortal'! insect infinite*! A worm'! a god*! — I tremble' at myself, And in myself am lost*!
Side 7 - 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 11 - Her ceaseless flight, though devious, speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod; Active, aerial, towering, unconfined, Unfetter'd with her gross companion's fall. Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal: Even silent night proclaims eternal day. For human weal, Heaven husbands all events: Dull sleep instructs, nor sport vain dreams in vain.
Side 97 - Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! This can support us ; all is sea besides ; Sinks under us ; bestorms, and then devours. His hand the good man fastens on the skies, And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.
Side 38 - Where shall I find Him ? Angels ! tell me where. You know him ; He is near you : point him out : Shall I see glories beaming from his brow ? Or trace his footsteps by the rising flowers...
Side 56 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay...