The Works of the English Poets: YoungH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Halaman 13
... deep troubles tofs , Loud forrows howl , invenom'd passions bite , Ravenous calamities our vitals feize , And threatening fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who forrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is ...
... deep troubles tofs , Loud forrows howl , invenom'd passions bite , Ravenous calamities our vitals feize , And threatening fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who forrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is ...
Halaman 15
... particles ; and each , Ere mingled with the ftreaming fands of life , By Fate's inviolable oath is fworn Deep filence , " Where eternity begins . " 370 By By nature's law , what may be , may be THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT I. 15.
... particles ; and each , Ere mingled with the ftreaming fands of life , By Fate's inviolable oath is fworn Deep filence , " Where eternity begins . " 370 By By nature's law , what may be , may be THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT I. 15.
Halaman 31
... deep , which nothing disembogues ! And , dying , they bequeath'd thee fmall renown . The reft are on the wing : How fleet their flight ! Already has the fatal train took fire ; A mo A moment , and the world ' s blown up THE COMPLAINT ...
... deep , which nothing disembogues ! And , dying , they bequeath'd thee fmall renown . The reft are on the wing : How fleet their flight ! Already has the fatal train took fire ; A mo A moment , and the world ' s blown up THE COMPLAINT ...
Halaman 49
... deep In midnight darkness , whisper'd my last sigh . I whisper'd what should echo through their realms ; Nor writ her name , whose tomb fhould pierce the skies . Prefumptuous fear ! How durft I dread her foes , While nature's loudest ...
... deep In midnight darkness , whisper'd my last sigh . I whisper'd what should echo through their realms ; Nor writ her name , whose tomb fhould pierce the skies . Prefumptuous fear ! How durft I dread her foes , While nature's loudest ...
Halaman 57
... deep eclipse of joy ; Her joys , at brighteft , pallid , to that font Of full effulgent glory , whence they flow . Nor is that glory diftant : Oh Lorenzo ! A good inan , and an angel ! thefe between 415 420 425 430 How How thin the ...
... deep eclipse of joy ; Her joys , at brighteft , pallid , to that font Of full effulgent glory , whence they flow . Nor is that glory diftant : Oh Lorenzo ! A good inan , and an angel ! thefe between 415 420 425 430 How How thin the ...
Edisi yang lain - Lihat semua
Istilah dan frasa umum
æther againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beſt bleffings bleft blifs bofom breaft caufe cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity deſpair divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal ev'n facred fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftrike fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft juſt lefs life's loft Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Narciffa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffions pain peace pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſcheme ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſmile ſpeaks ſphere ſtars ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrong thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom worfe wretched
Bagian yang populer
Halaman 40 - to a god. 630 The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk ^ Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Fly, ye profane ! If not, draw near with awe, Receive the bleffing, and adore the chance, 635
Halaman 62 - The deep damp vault, the darknefs, and the worm ; Thefe are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imaginations fool, and error's wretch, Man makes a death, which nature never made; 15 Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And feels a
Halaman 20 - For Efculapian, but for moral aid. Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too foon. Youth is not rich in Time, it may be poor; Part with it as with money, fparing; pay No moment, but in purchafe of its worth; 50 And what its worth,
Halaman 47 - Deny'd his wonted fuccour; nor with more Regret beheld her drooping, than the bells Of lilies ; faireft lilies, not fo fair! Queen lilies ! and ye painted populace! Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrofial lives; «$ In morn and evening dew, your beauties bathe, And drink the fun ; which gives your cheeks to glow, And
Halaman 16 - out of life. Procraftination is the thief of time; Year after year it fteals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves 395 The vaft concerns of an eternal
Halaman 80 - 550 To wretched man, the goddefs in her left, Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next; Religion! the fole voucher man is man ; Supporter fole of man above himfelf; Ev'n in this night of frailty, change, and death, 555 She gives the foul a foul that
Halaman 236 - rife. 685 Heaven bade the foul this mortal frame infpire ; Bade virtue's ray divine infpire the foul With unprecarious flows of vital joy ; And, without breathing, man as well might hope For life, as without piety, for peace. 690 " Is virtue, then, and piety the fame ?" No; piety is more; 'tis virtue's fource ; Mother of
Halaman 151 - night darker than the grave's ? Who fight the proofs of immortality? With horrid zeal, and execrable arts, Work all their engines, level their black fires, 645 To blot from man this attribute divine, (Than vital blood far dearer to the wife) Blafphemers, and rank atheifts to themfelves ? To contradift them, fee all nature rife! What
Halaman 8 - glow, In His full beam, and ripen for the juft, Where momentary ages are no more ! Where time, and pain, and chance, and death expire! 145 And is it in the flight of threefcore years, To pufh eternity from human thought, And fmother fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal, fpending all her fires, Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idlenefs,
Halaman 45 - woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel; Her death invades his mournful right, and claims 65 The grief that ftarted from my lids for Him; Seizes the faithlefs, alienated tear, Or fhares it, ere it falls. So frequent death, Sorrow he more than caufes, he confounds ; For human fighs his rival ftrokes contend,