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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Side 96
... ANTIGONUS , a Minifter of State , DYMAS , the King's Favorite , POSTHUMIUS , CURTIUS , } Roman Ambaffa- dors , Mr. BERRY . Mr. Mossop . Mr. GARRICK . Mr. BLAKES . Mr. BURTON . Mr. SIMSON . Mr. WINSTONE . Mr. MOZEEN . WOME N. ERIXINE ...
... ANTIGONUS , a Minifter of State , DYMAS , the King's Favorite , POSTHUMIUS , CURTIUS , } Roman Ambaffa- dors , Mr. BERRY . Mr. Mossop . Mr. GARRICK . Mr. BLAKES . Mr. BURTON . Mr. SIMSON . Mr. WINSTONE . Mr. MOZEEN . WOME N. ERIXINE ...
Side 106
... ANTIGONUS . [ Exit . KING . Kings of their envy cheat a foolish world ; Fate gives us all in spite , that we alone Might have the pain of knowing all is nothing ; The feeming means of bliss but heighten woe , When When impotent , to ...
... ANTIGONUS . [ Exit . KING . Kings of their envy cheat a foolish world ; Fate gives us all in spite , that we alone Might have the pain of knowing all is nothing ; The feeming means of bliss but heighten woe , When When impotent , to ...
Side 107
... ANTIGONUS . True , Sir ; ' tis empty , or tormenting , all : The days of life are fifters ; all alike ; None just the fame ; which ferve to fool us on Through blafted hopes , with change of fallacy ; While joy is , like to - morrow ...
... ANTIGONUS . True , Sir ; ' tis empty , or tormenting , all : The days of life are fifters ; all alike ; None just the fame ; which ferve to fool us on Through blafted hopes , with change of fallacy ; While joy is , like to - morrow ...
Side 108
... ANTIGONUS . My lord , I do confefs the gods are with us ; Stand at our fide in ev'ry act of life ; And on our pillow watch each fecret thought ; Nay , fee it in its embryo , yet unborn . But their wrath ceases on remorse for guilt ; And ...
... ANTIGONUS . My lord , I do confefs the gods are with us ; Stand at our fide in ev'ry act of life ; And on our pillow watch each fecret thought ; Nay , fee it in its embryo , yet unborn . But their wrath ceases on remorse for guilt ; And ...
Side 109
... ANTIGONUS . But how Intends my lord to make his peace with Rome ? KING . Rome calls me fiery : Let her find me so ! ANTIGONUS . O Sir , forbear ! Too late you felt Rome's power . KING . Yes , and that reason ftings me more than ever ...
... ANTIGONUS . But how Intends my lord to make his peace with Rome ? KING . Rome calls me fiery : Let her find me so ! ANTIGONUS . O Sir , forbear ! Too late you felt Rome's power . KING . Yes , and that reason ftings me more than ever ...
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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.