The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 51,Side 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... pain , ( A bitter change ! ) feverer for fevere . The Day too fhort for my distress ; and Night , Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is funthine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In raylefs ...
... pain , ( A bitter change ! ) feverer for fevere . The Day too fhort for my distress ; and Night , Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is funthine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In raylefs ...
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... pain the mantled pool ; Or fcal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceafelefs flight , though devious , fpeaks her nature Of fubtler effence than the trodden clod ; 100 Active ...
... pain the mantled pool ; Or fcal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceafelefs flight , though devious , fpeaks her nature Of fubtler effence than the trodden clod ; 100 Active ...
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... pain , and chance , and death expire ! 145 And is it in the flight of threefcore years , To push eternity from human thought , And fmother fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal , spending all her fires , Wafting her strength in ...
... pain , and chance , and death expire ! 145 And is it in the flight of threefcore years , To push eternity from human thought , And fmother fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal , spending all her fires , Wafting her strength in ...
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... pains me to the heart . 225 230 Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the fun his luftre but ... pain . War , Famine , Peft , Volcano , Storm , and Fire , Intestine broils , Oppreffion , with her heart Wrapt up in ...
... pains me to the heart . 225 230 Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the fun his luftre but ... pain . War , Famine , Peft , Volcano , Storm , and Fire , Intestine broils , Oppreffion , with her heart Wrapt up in ...
Side 12
... pains You rue more modish vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo great 265 Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did forrow feize on fuch alone . Not ...
... pains You rue more modish vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo great 265 Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did forrow feize on fuch alone . Not ...
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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.