The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 51,Side 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Side 15
... Lorenzo ! wifdom into folly turns Oft , the first inftant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The prefent moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We ...
... Lorenzo ! wifdom into folly turns Oft , the first inftant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The prefent moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We ...
Side 16
... Lorenzo ! a flow fudden death . How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to - day ; ' tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; 390 Thus on , till wisdom is push'd out of life . Procraftination is the thief ...
... Lorenzo ! a flow fudden death . How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to - day ; ' tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; 390 Thus on , till wisdom is push'd out of life . Procraftination is the thief ...
Side 19
... Lorenzo ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's duft . He thus , though dead , 15 May ftill befriend - What themes ...
... Lorenzo ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's duft . He thus , though dead , 15 May ftill befriend - What themes ...
Side 20
... is mortal , paft thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my ftrain . For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? not For Efculapian , but for moral aid . 45 Thou Thou think'st it folly to be wife too soon .. 20 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... is mortal , paft thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my ftrain . For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? not For Efculapian , but for moral aid . 45 Thou Thou think'st it folly to be wife too soon .. 20 YOUNG'S POEM S.
Side 21
... Lorenzo , ' tis confeft . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amusement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treafon , to the foul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amufe , when medicines ...
... Lorenzo , ' tis confeft . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amusement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treafon , to the foul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amufe , when medicines ...
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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 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 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 146 - Its tenure sure ; its income is divine. High-built abundance, heap on heap ! for what ? To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; Then, make a richer scramble for the throng...
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.
Side 62 - Death's tremendous blow. 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 5 - The bell strikes One. 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 1 feel the solemn sound.
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 52 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Side 80 - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.