The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Bind 1Pickering, 1834 - 334 sider |
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Side xiv
... glory here ? I am pleased to see you rise from this lower world , soaring above the clouds , passing the first and second heavens , leaving the fixt stars behind you nor will I lose you there , but keep you still in view through the ...
... glory here ? I am pleased to see you rise from this lower world , soaring above the clouds , passing the first and second heavens , leaving the fixt stars behind you nor will I lose you there , but keep you still in view through the ...
Side xvi
... glory share , Whilst millions lie subdued by Anna's prayer . The poet has also not forgotten to return thanks for the tenths and first - fruits bestowed by the Queen upon the Church : sors . She saw , and grieved to see the mean estate ...
... glory share , Whilst millions lie subdued by Anna's prayer . The poet has also not forgotten to return thanks for the tenths and first - fruits bestowed by the Queen upon the Church : sors . She saw , and grieved to see the mean estate ...
Side xxxv
... glory we dart . In 1741 , after a marriage of ten years , Young was deprived of his wife ; a daughter whom she for us inwardly . He consulted Dr. Young about his Essay in English , and begged him to correct any gross faults he might ...
... glory we dart . In 1741 , after a marriage of ten years , Young was deprived of his wife ; a daughter whom she for us inwardly . He consulted Dr. Young about his Essay in English , and begged him to correct any gross faults he might ...
Side 4
... 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 , surpris'd , aghast , And wond'ring at her own : how ...
... 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 , surpris'd , aghast , And wond'ring at her own : how ...
Side 16
... glory - dost thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou say'st it : Says thy life the same ? He mourns the dead , who lives as they desire . Where is that thrift , that avarice of time , ( 0 glorious avarice ! ) thought of death inspires ...
... glory - dost thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou say'st it : Says thy life the same ? He mourns the dead , who lives as they desire . Where is that thrift , that avarice of time , ( 0 glorious avarice ! ) thought of death inspires ...
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ambition angels Anne Wharton archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine Dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven Herbert Croft hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace Philander pleasure poem praise pride proud reason rise sacred says scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched Young
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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.