The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 51,Side 2H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... born , Not more the children , than fure heirs , of pain . War , Famine , Peft , Volcano , Storm , and Fire , Intestine broils , Oppreffion , with her heart Wrapt up in triple brafs , befiege mankind . God's image difinherited of day ...
... born , Not more the children , than fure heirs , of pain . War , Famine , Peft , Volcano , Storm , and Fire , Intestine broils , Oppreffion , with her heart Wrapt up in triple brafs , befiege mankind . God's image difinherited of day ...
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... born . How dim our eye ! The prefent moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We penetrate , we prophecy in vain . Time is dealt out by particles ; and each , Ere mingled with the ...
... born . How dim our eye ! The prefent moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We penetrate , we prophecy in vain . Time is dealt out by particles ; and each , Ere mingled with the ...
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... This be strange ? That ' tis fo frequent , This is stranger still . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about to live , " 400 All For ever on the brink of being born . All 16 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... This be strange ? That ' tis fo frequent , This is stranger still . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about to live , " 400 All For ever on the brink of being born . All 16 YOUNG'S POEM S.
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... born . All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day fhall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least , their own ; their future felves applaud ; 405 How excellent that life they ne'er will ...
... born . All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day fhall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least , their own ; their future felves applaud ; 405 How excellent that life they ne'er will ...
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... born , is lifted ; life is war ; Eternal war with wee . Who bears it beft , Deferves it leaft . - On other themes I'll dwell . Lorenzo ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy ...
... born , is lifted ; life is war ; Eternal war with wee . Who bears it beft , Deferves it leaft . - On other themes I'll dwell . Lorenzo ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy ...
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æther againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe bleft blifs bluſh boaſt breaſt caufe cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity deſpair divine Doft dread duft duſt earth endleſs eternal ev'n facred fame fate feen fenfe fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft laſt 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 ſhade ſhall ſhare ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtill ſtream ſtrike ſtrong thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wretched
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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.