The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 51,Side 2H. Hughs, 1779 |
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Side 32
... ) decrees ; Should not each warning give a strong alarm ? Warning , far less than that of bosom torn 395 400 From From bofom , bleeding o'er the facred dead ! Should 32 YOUNG'S POEM S. A moment, and the world 's blown up ...
... ) decrees ; Should not each warning give a strong alarm ? Warning , far less than that of bosom torn 395 400 From From bofom , bleeding o'er the facred dead ! Should 32 YOUNG'S POEM S. A moment, and the world 's blown up ...
Side 37
... less of ours , when fuch the bait . Ye fortune's cofferers ! Ye powers of wealth ! Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget . D 3 540 545 550 Love , Love , and Love only , is the loan for THE ...
... less of ours , when fuch the bait . Ye fortune's cofferers ! Ye powers of wealth ! Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget . D 3 540 545 550 Love , Love , and Love only , is the loan for THE ...
Side 64
... less ; Embittering the poffeft : Why wish for more ? Wifbing , of all employments , is the worft ; Philofophy's reverfe ; and health's decay ! Were I as plump as stall'd theology , Wishing would waste me to this shade again . Were I as ...
... less ; Embittering the poffeft : Why wish for more ? Wifbing , of all employments , is the worft ; Philofophy's reverfe ; and health's decay ! Were I as plump as stall'd theology , Wishing would waste me to this shade again . Were I as ...
Side 92
... less than a plump god to fill the bowl : 25 30 A thousand phantoms , and a thousand spells , A thousand opiates fcatters , to delude , To fafcinate , inebriate , lay afleep , And the fool'd mind delightfully confound . 35 Thus that ...
... less than a plump god to fill the bowl : 25 30 A thousand phantoms , and a thousand spells , A thousand opiates fcatters , to delude , To fafcinate , inebriate , lay afleep , And the fool'd mind delightfully confound . 35 Thus that ...
Side 95
... less rescues virtue , than infpires . Virtue , for ever frail , as fair , below , Her tender nature fuffers in the croud , 115 120 125 130 135 140 Nor Nor touches on the world , without a stain : THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT V. 95.
... less rescues virtue , than infpires . Virtue , for ever frail , as fair , below , Her tender nature fuffers in the croud , 115 120 125 130 135 140 Nor Nor touches on the world , without a stain : THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT V. 95.
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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.