The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 51,Side 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... hand of charity ! 255 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modish vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but ...
... hand of charity ! 255 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modish vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but ...
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... hands is folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they postpone ; ' Tis not in folly , not to fcorn a fool ; And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promife is poor dilatory ...
... hands is folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they postpone ; ' Tis not in folly , not to fcorn a fool ; And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promife is poor dilatory ...
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... hand arrest , No compofition fets the prifoner free . Eternity's inexorable chain Fast binds ; and vengeance claims the full arrear . How late I fhudder'd on the brink ! how late 20 25 30 35 Life call'd for her last refuge in despair ...
... hand arrest , No compofition fets the prifoner free . Eternity's inexorable chain Fast binds ; and vengeance claims the full arrear . How late I fhudder'd on the brink ! how late 20 25 30 35 Life call'd for her last refuge in despair ...
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... hand ; it merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it , angels ever There ; There , on a poft of honour , and of joy . 615 620 Dare I prefume , then ? but Philander bids ; And glory tempts , and inclination calls- Yet am I ftruck ; as ...
... hand ; it merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it , angels ever There ; There , on a poft of honour , and of joy . 615 620 Dare I prefume , then ? but Philander bids ; And glory tempts , and inclination calls- Yet am I ftruck ; as ...
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... hand , Which often cropt your odours , incenfe meet To thought fo pure ! Ye lovely fugitives ! Coeval race with man ! for man you fmile ; Why not smile at him too ? You share indeed His fudden pafs ; but not his constant pain . 130 So ...
... hand , Which often cropt your odours , incenfe meet To thought fo pure ! Ye lovely fugitives ! Coeval race with man ! for man you fmile ; Why not smile at him too ? You share indeed His fudden pafs ; but not his constant pain . 130 So ...
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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.