The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Bind 2F. and C. Rivington, 1802 |
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Side 25
... reasons best a human head can reason . ZANGA . But is he then in absolute despair ? MANUEL . Never to see his Leonora more : And , quite to quench all future hope , Alvarez Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter This very day ; for he has ...
... reasons best a human head can reason . ZANGA . But is he then in absolute despair ? MANUEL . Never to see his Leonora more : And , quite to quench all future hope , Alvarez Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter This very day ; for he has ...
Side 30
... severe upon your friend : Who was it gave him liberty and life ? ALONZO . That is the very reason which forbids it : Were I a stranger , I could freely speak : In me , it so resembles a demand , Exacting 30 THE REVENGE .
... severe upon your friend : Who was it gave him liberty and life ? ALONZO . That is the very reason which forbids it : Were I a stranger , I could freely speak : In me , it so resembles a demand , Exacting 30 THE REVENGE .
Side 41
... reason bid ? I cannot wed- -Farewell my happiness ; But , O my soul ! with care provide for hers : In life , how weak ! how helpless is a woman ! Soon hurt , in happiness itself unsafe , And often wounded , while she plucks the rose ...
... reason bid ? I cannot wed- -Farewell my happiness ; But , O my soul ! with care provide for hers : In life , how weak ! how helpless is a woman ! Soon hurt , in happiness itself unsafe , And often wounded , while she plucks the rose ...
Side 56
... reason Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd . ALONZO . Had I ten thousand lives , I'd give them all To be deceiv'd : I fear ' tis doomsday with me ; And yet she seem'd so pure , that I thought heav'n Borrow'd her form for Virtue's ...
... reason Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd . ALONZO . Had I ten thousand lives , I'd give them all To be deceiv'd : I fear ' tis doomsday with me ; And yet she seem'd so pure , that I thought heav'n Borrow'd her form for Virtue's ...
Side 58
... reason knits th ' inextricable toil , In which herself is taken ! I am lost ; Poor insect that I am , I am involv'd , And bury'd in the web myself have wrought ! One argument is balanc'd by another , And reason reason meets in doubtful ...
... reason knits th ' inextricable toil , In which herself is taken ! I am lost ; Poor insect that I am , I am involv'd , And bury'd in the web myself have wrought ! One argument is balanc'd by another , And reason reason meets in doubtful ...
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime dæmon dare darkness dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO Macedon mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome sacred scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak strike tears thee theme thine thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph truth Twas Twill vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Side 223 - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Side 222 - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 238 - Whose work is done ; who triumphs in the past ; Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile ; Nor, like the Parthian, wound him as they fly ; That common, but opprobrious lot ! past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, If folly bounds our prospect by the grave...
Side 218 - Want, and incurable disease, (fell pair!) On hopeless multitudes remorseless seize At once, and make a refuge of the grave. How groaning hospitals eject their dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers, once in Fortune's lap high-fed, Solicit the cold hand of Charity ! To shock us more, solicit it in vain ! Ye silken sons of Pleasure ! since in pains You rue more modish visits, visit here, And breathe from your debauch: give, and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you. But so great...
Side 211 - 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 ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Side 366 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Side 286 - Oh tell me, mighty mind ! Where art thou ? Shall I dive into the deep ? Call to the sun, or ask the roaring winds, For their creator ? Shall I question loud The thunder, if in that th...
Side 276 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Side 217 - Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies! Night visions may befriend (as sung above): Our waking dreams are fatal. How I dreamt Of things impossible! (could sleep do more?) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change! Of stable pleasures on the tossing wave! Eternal sunshine in the storms of life!
Side 93 - If cold white mortals censure this great deed, Warn them, they judge not of superior beings, Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom Revenge is virtue.