The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Bind 1Pickering, 1834 - 334 sider |
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Side xxxv
... Fates of kingdoms foretell ! How to battle , to battle , sick of feminine art , How to battle , to conquest , to glory we dart . In 1741 , after a marriage of ten years , Young was deprived of his wife ; a daughter whom she for us ...
... Fates of kingdoms foretell ! How to battle , to battle , sick of feminine art , How to battle , to conquest , to glory we dart . In 1741 , after a marriage of ten years , Young was deprived of his wife ; a daughter whom she for us ...
Side 2
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ...
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ...
Side 7
... fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
... fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
Side 8
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single ...
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single ...
Side 10
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind . That , nature's first , last lesson to mankind ; The selfish heart deserves the pain it ...
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind . That , nature's first , last lesson to mankind ; The selfish heart deserves the pain it ...
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Side 4 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, . And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Side 26 - 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 1 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Side xliii - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Side 215 - Bewilder'd in the vale; in all unlike! His full reverse in all! What higher praise? What stronger demonstration of the right? The present, all their care; the future, his. When public welfare calls, or private want, They give to fame; his bounty he conceals. Their virtues varnish nature; his, exalt.
Side 74 - Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore. Death's terror is the mountain faith removes ; That mountain barrier between man and peace. 'Tis faith disarms destruction ; and absolves From every clamorous charge, the guiltless tomb. Why disbelieve ? Lorenzo ! — " Reason bids, All-sacred reason.
Side 3 - 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, It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! my hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down- on what? a fathomless abyss; A dread eternity; how surely mine!
Side 4 - A worm ! a god ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger. Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own : How reason reels ! О what a miracle to man is man.
Side 38 - Sweet harmonist! and beautiful as sweet! And young as beautiful! and soft as young! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For Fortune fond, had built her nest on high.
Side 7 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? ' . . - ' Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.