Bell's Edition, Volume 87-88J. Bell, 1796 |
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Halaman 82
... boast , till death can give Far greater . Life's a debtor to the grave ; Dark lattice ! letting in eternal day . Lorenzo ! blush at fondness for a life Which sends celestial souls on errands vile , To cater for the sense , and serve at ...
... boast , till death can give Far greater . Life's a debtor to the grave ; Dark lattice ! letting in eternal day . Lorenzo ! blush at fondness for a life Which sends celestial souls on errands vile , To cater for the sense , and serve at ...
Halaman 92
... the cross ; and , work of wonders far The greatest , that thy dearest far might bleed . 195 200 205 Bold thought ! shall I dare speak it or repress ? 210 Should man more execrate or boast the guilt [ flam'd 92 THE COMPLAINT .
... the cross ; and , work of wonders far The greatest , that thy dearest far might bleed . 195 200 205 Bold thought ! shall I dare speak it or repress ? 210 Should man more execrate or boast the guilt [ flam'd 92 THE COMPLAINT .
Halaman 93
John Bell. Should man more execrate or boast the guilt [ flam'd ? Which rous'd such vengeance ? which such love in- O'er guilt ( how mountainous ! ) with outstretch'd Stern Justice and soft - smiling Love , embrace , [ arms Supporting ...
John Bell. Should man more execrate or boast the guilt [ flam'd ? Which rous'd such vengeance ? which such love in- O'er guilt ( how mountainous ! ) with outstretch'd Stern Justice and soft - smiling Love , embrace , [ arms Supporting ...
Halaman 96
... boast of immortality ? I boast it still , tho ' cover'd o'er with guilt : For guilt , not innocence , his life he pour'd ; ' Tis guilt alone can justify his death ; Nor that , unless his death can justify Relenting guilt in Heav'n's ...
... boast of immortality ? I boast it still , tho ' cover'd o'er with guilt : For guilt , not innocence , his life he pour'd ; ' Tis guilt alone can justify his death ; Nor that , unless his death can justify Relenting guilt in Heav'n's ...
Halaman 106
... boast thro ' time ! bliss thro ' eternity ! Eternity , too short to speak thy praise , Or fathom thy profound of love to man ! To man of men the meanest , ev'n to me ; My sacrifice ! my God ! --- what things are these ! 595 What then ...
... boast thro ' time ! bliss thro ' eternity ! Eternity , too short to speak thy praise , Or fathom thy profound of love to man ! To man of men the meanest , ev'n to me ; My sacrifice ! my God ! --- what things are these ! 595 What then ...
Istilah dan frasa umum
æther ambition angels ardour art thou beneath bids bless'd bliss boast boundless bright call'd cann't charms Corduba creation dæmons daring song dark death Deity delight divine dost dread dust e'er earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fall fantastick fate fire flames flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt guilty song happiness heav'n hope hour illustrious immortal inspir'd learn'd life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind miracles mortal Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passion peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud reason rise scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul sphere stars strange strike sublime terrour thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth Tusculum virtue Virtue's wake the world wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye Stars
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Halaman 12 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Halaman 54 - 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.
Halaman 12 - 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! O what a miracle to man is man!
Halaman 48 - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
Halaman 72 - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril : Here on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms, And meditate on scenes more silent still, Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
Halaman 68 - ... 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, e'en 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.
Halaman 12 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! 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!
Halaman 16 - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight! Full above measure! lasting beyond bound! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss. Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end. That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
Halaman 154 - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
Halaman 22 - 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...