The poetical works of Edward Young. Collated with the best eds.: by T. ParkStanhope Press for Sultaby, Evance and Fox, 1813 - 168 sider |
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Side 5
... fall , And sudden vengeance wrap the flaming ball . When Nature sunk , when every bolt was hurl'd , Thou saw'st the boundless ruins of the world . When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain , And sulphur fell on the devoted plain , The ...
... fall , And sudden vengeance wrap the flaming ball . When Nature sunk , when every bolt was hurl'd , Thou saw'st the boundless ruins of the world . When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain , And sulphur fell on the devoted plain , The ...
Side 10
... fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? - Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou ! whose word from solid darkness struck That ...
... fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? - Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou ! whose word from solid darkness struck That ...
Side 12
... fall . Ev'n silent night proclaims my soul immortal ; Ev'n silent night proclaims eternal day ! For human weal Heaven husbands all events : Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore , that are ...
... fall . Ev'n silent night proclaims my soul immortal ; Ev'n silent night proclaims eternal day ! For human weal Heaven husbands all events : Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore , that are ...
Side 14
... falls this censure ? it o'erwhelms myself , How was my heart instructed by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grovelling soul ! How like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In silken thought , which reptile Fancy spun , Till ...
... falls this censure ? it o'erwhelms myself , How was my heart instructed by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grovelling soul ! How like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In silken thought , which reptile Fancy spun , Till ...
Side 17
... falling , crushes him to death . Not Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . How distant oft the thing we dote on most From that for which we dote , felicity ! The smoothest course of Nature has its ...
... falling , crushes him to death . Not Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . How distant oft the thing we dote on most From that for which we dote , felicity ! The smoothest course of Nature has its ...
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ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd canst charms Creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dream dust earth endless eternal ethereal Ev'n fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart Heav'n hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passion peace Philander pleasure poison'd praise pride proud Reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange sublunary tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth Twill virtue Virtue's wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye Stars
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Side 11 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Side 22 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread ; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.
Side 10 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Side 9 - 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 21 - 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. And why? Because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves...
Side 63 - 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 59 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain ; Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, even fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall ; we rise ; we reign ! Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies ; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Side 116 - One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.
Side 16 - If so the tyrant, or his minion, doom. 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...
Side 13 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.