The Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward YoungC.W.S. & H. Spear, 1811 |
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... pride , With crimes obscene the heaven - born rage beli'd . To her belongs to mourn the Hero's fate , To trace the errors of the wise and great ; To mark th ' excess of passions too refin'd , And paint the tumults of a God - like mind ...
... pride , With crimes obscene the heaven - born rage beli'd . To her belongs to mourn the Hero's fate , To trace the errors of the wise and great ; To mark th ' excess of passions too refin'd , And paint the tumults of a God - like mind ...
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... , his lov'd father slain , His martial pride , your admiration raise , And crown him with involuntary praise . DRAMATIS PERSONE . MEN . Don ALONZO , the Spanish 1 PROLOGUE . Forc'd, with reluctant virtue, to approve ...
... , his lov'd father slain , His martial pride , your admiration raise , And crown him with involuntary praise . DRAMATIS PERSONE . MEN . Don ALONZO , the Spanish 1 PROLOGUE . Forc'd, with reluctant virtue, to approve ...
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... pride He struck me ; ( While I tell it , do I live ? ) He smote me on the cheek - I did not stab him ; For that were poor revenge - E'er since , his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses , and thinks it is forgot ...
... pride He struck me ; ( While I tell it , do I live ? ) He smote me on the cheek - I did not stab him ; For that were poor revenge - E'er since , his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses , and thinks it is forgot ...
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... pride of beauty ; Those eyes , that tell us what the sun is made of ; Those lips , whose touch is to be bought with life ; Those hills of driven snow , which seen are felt : All these possest are nought , but as they are The proof , the ...
... pride of beauty ; Those eyes , that tell us what the sun is made of ; Those lips , whose touch is to be bought with life ; Those hills of driven snow , which seen are felt : All these possest are nought , but as they are The proof , the ...
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... pride presumes To treat us here like subjects , more than Romans , More than ambassadors , who , in our bosoms , Bear peace and war , and throw him which we please , As fove his storm , or sunshine , on his creatures . Posthumius . This ...
... pride presumes To treat us here like subjects , more than Romans , More than ambassadors , who , in our bosoms , Bear peace and war , and throw him which we please , As fove his storm , or sunshine , on his creatures . Posthumius . This ...
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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 !