The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, Bind 2J. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 sider |
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... She looks like radiant youth Brought forward by the hand of hoary time- You to the port with speed ; ' tis poffible Some veffel is arriv'd : Heav'n grant it bring Tidings , which Carlos may receive with joy ! Enter ALVAREZ and LEONORA ...
... She looks like radiant youth Brought forward by the hand of hoary time- You to the port with speed ; ' tis poffible Some veffel is arriv'd : Heav'n grant it bring Tidings , which Carlos may receive with joy ! Enter ALVAREZ and LEONORA ...
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... She will , my lord ; and foon . [ Exit Car . Come near me , Zanga ; For I dare open all my heart to thee . Never was such a day of triumph known ! There's not a wounded captive in my train , That flowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels ...
... She will , my lord ; and foon . [ Exit Car . Come near me , Zanga ; For I dare open all my heart to thee . Never was such a day of triumph known ! There's not a wounded captive in my train , That flowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels ...
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... She's gone , and I fhall fee that face no more ; But pine in abfence , and till death adore . When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung , And my eyes darken , from my fault'ring tongue Her name will tremble in a feeble moan , And Love ...
... She's gone , and I fhall fee that face no more ; But pine in abfence , and till death adore . When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung , And my eyes darken , from my fault'ring tongue Her name will tremble in a feeble moan , And Love ...
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... She ftalks in view , and fires me with her charms . When , Isabel , arriv'd Don Carlos here ? ISABELLA . Two nights ago . ZANGA . That was the very night Before the battle - Memory , fet down that ; It has the effence of a crocodile ...
... She ftalks in view , and fires me with her charms . When , Isabel , arriv'd Don Carlos here ? ISABELLA . Two nights ago . ZANGA . That was the very night Before the battle - Memory , fet down that ; It has the effence of a crocodile ...
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... She can make time long ; Its nature alter , as fhe alter'd mine : While in the lustre of her charms I lay , Whole fummer funs roll'd unperceiv'd away ; I years for days , and days for moments told , And was surpriz'd to hear that I grew ...
... She can make time long ; Its nature alter , as fhe alter'd mine : While in the lustre of her charms I lay , Whole fummer funs roll'd unperceiv'd away ; I years for days , and days for moments told , And was surpriz'd to hear that I grew ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 1 of 3 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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Afide againſt ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS art thou aſk Becauſe bleft blifs bliſs blood bofom breaſt brother cauſe dæmon darkneſs death DEMETRIUS deſpair divine doft Don Carlos dreadful duft DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fame fate father fhall figh fight fince firſt fmiles foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrike fuch fure give glory gods grave groan guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf immortal juft KING laſt lefs LEONORA loft lord LORENZO Macedon moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature nature's ne'er night o'er paffion pain peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon rife Rome ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand Thrace thro throne tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
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Side 204 - 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 203 - 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 193 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue 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.
Side 219 - 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 204 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Side 193 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
Side 215 - Like num'rous wings around him, as he flies : Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape His ample pinions, swift as darted flame, To gain his goal, to reach his ancient...
Side 241 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Side 203 - For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel; and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own; their future selves applauds.
Side 252 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.