The Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward YoungC.W.S. & H. Spear, 1811 |
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... dust : Speak then ; I charge you speak , or I expire , And load you with my death . My lord - my lord ! Alonzo . Ha ! ha ! ha ! [ He breaks from her , and she sinks upon the floor . ] Leonora . Are these the joys which fondly I conceiv ...
... dust : Speak then ; I charge you speak , or I expire , And load you with my death . My lord - my lord ! Alonzo . Ha ! ha ! ha ! [ He breaks from her , and she sinks upon the floor . ] Leonora . Are these the joys which fondly I conceiv ...
Side 53
... dust- But it will cut my poor heart through and through To see those revel on your sacred tomb , Who brought you thither by their lawless loves : For there they'll revel and exult to find Him sleep so fast , who else would mar their ...
... dust- But it will cut my poor heart through and through To see those revel on your sacred tomb , Who brought you thither by their lawless loves : For there they'll revel and exult to find Him sleep so fast , who else would mar their ...
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... dust Of her that bore me trembles in its urn , Is it in man the sore distress to bear , When hope itself is blacken'd to despair ? When all the bliss I pant for , is to gain In hell a refuge from severer pain ? Enter ZANGA . Exit Alon ...
... dust Of her that bore me trembles in its urn , Is it in man the sore distress to bear , When hope itself is blacken'd to despair ? When all the bliss I pant for , is to gain In hell a refuge from severer pain ? Enter ZANGA . Exit Alon ...
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... dust : The great , the proud , The conqueror of Africk , was my foe . A lion preys not upon carcasses . This was the only method to subdue me : Terror and doubt fall on me ; all thy good Now blazes : All thy guilt is in the grave ...
... dust : The great , the proud , The conqueror of Africk , was my foe . A lion preys not upon carcasses . This was the only method to subdue me : Terror and doubt fall on me ; all thy good Now blazes : All thy guilt is in the grave ...
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... dust , And mating him with princes . Use your power Against yourself : Yes , use it , like a man , In serving him who gave it . Thus you'll make Indulgence , justice , and absolve your master . Though kings delight in raising what they ...
... dust , And mating him with princes . Use your power Against yourself : Yes , use it , like a man , In serving him who gave it . Thus you'll make Indulgence , justice , and absolve your master . Though kings delight in raising what they ...
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Alonzo Alvarez ambition angels Antigonus art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood Blood divine bosom brother call'd crime crown Curtius dæmon dare dark dead death Demetrius deny'd divine Don Carlos dreadful dust Dymas earth empire Erixine eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool forever gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal Isabella King Leonora life's lord LORENZO Macedon mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace Pericles Perseus Philip Posthumius pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome sacred scene shew sigh sight skies smile song soul speak sting strike tears thee theme thine thought Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph truth Twas Twill vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched Zanga
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Side 162 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Side 215 - Oh, the burst gates, crush'd sting, demolish'd throne, Last gasp of vanquish'd Death! Shout earth and heaven, This sum of good to man, whose nature then Took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb ! Then, then, I rose ; then first humanity Triumphant past the crystal ports of light, (Stupendous guest!) and seiz'd eternal youth, Seiz'd in our name.
Side 161 - 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 210 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Side 157 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Side 180 - Teaching, we learn ; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb, forgot Speech ventilates our intellectual fire ; Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
Side 184 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Side 157 - Led softly, by the stillness of the night, Led like a murderer, (and such it proves !) Strays (wretched rover !) o'er the pleasing past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely strays ; And finds all desert now; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys...
Side 208 - To lucky life) some perquisites of joy; A time there is, when, like a thrice-told tale, Long-rifled life of sweet can yield no more...
Side 216 - midst the thunders of his throne! Nor I alone! a rebel universe! My species up in arms! not one exempt! Yet for the foulest of the foul he dies, Most joy'd for the redeem'd from deepest guilt! As if our race were held of highest rank, And Godhead dearer as more kind to man !