The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Bind 1Pickering, 1834 - 334 sider |
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Side xxv
... thee Refresh the dry domains of poetry . It is said that Swift pronounced of these satires that they should be either more angry or more merry , an observation not made without justice , but which seems to have arisen from some passages ...
... thee Refresh the dry domains of poetry . It is said that Swift pronounced of these satires that they should be either more angry or more merry , an observation not made without justice , but which seems to have arisen from some passages ...
Side 2
... darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to Thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ' this opaque of nature , and of soul 2 THE COMPLAINT .
... darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to Thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ' this opaque of nature , and of soul 2 THE COMPLAINT .
Side 11
... thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure thy joys . Think not that ...
... thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure thy joys . Think not that ...
Side 14
... thee , And call the stars to listen : every star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . Yet be not vain ; there ... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach 14 THE COMPLAINT .
... thee , And call the stars to listen : every star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . Yet be not vain ; there ... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach 14 THE COMPLAINT .
Side 15
Edward Young. Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own . Man too he sung ... thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of ...
Edward Young. Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own . Man too he sung ... thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of ...
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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.