The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... smiles an angel , or a fury frowns . Nor death , nor life delight us . If time past , And time poffeft , both pain us , what can please ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , 180 Time us'd . The man who confecrates his hours 185 By ...
... smiles an angel , or a fury frowns . Nor death , nor life delight us . If time past , And time poffeft , both pain us , what can please ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , 180 Time us'd . The man who confecrates his hours 185 By ...
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... smile ; Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly ; 335 That common , but opprobious lot ! paft hours , If not by guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our profpect by the grave , All feeling of futurity benumb'd ...
... smile ; Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly ; 335 That common , but opprobious lot ! paft hours , If not by guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our profpect by the grave , All feeling of futurity benumb'd ...
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... smiling joy . But for whom bloffoms this Elyfian flower . ? Abroad They find , who cherish it at Home . Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts , An honeft love , and not afraid to frown . Though choice of follies faften on the Great ...
... smiling joy . But for whom bloffoms this Elyfian flower . ? Abroad They find , who cherish it at Home . Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts , An honeft love , and not afraid to frown . Though choice of follies faften on the Great ...
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... smile ! Death's admonitions , like fliafts upwards shot , More dreadful by delay , the longer ere They strike our hearts , the deeper is their wound ; 160 O think how deep , Lorenzo ! here it ftings : Who can appease its anguish ? how ...
... smile ! Death's admonitions , like fliafts upwards shot , More dreadful by delay , the longer ere They strike our hearts , the deeper is their wound ; 160 O think how deep , Lorenzo ! here it ftings : Who can appease its anguish ? how ...
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... smile ? And shall not praise be thine , not human praise ? While heaven's high hoft on hallelujahs live ? O may I breathe no longer , than I breathe My foul in praise to Him , who gave my foul , And all her infinite of prospect fair ...
... smile ? And shall not praise be thine , not human praise ? While heaven's high hoft on hallelujahs live ? O may I breathe no longer , than I breathe My foul in praise to Him , who gave my foul , And all her infinite of prospect fair ...
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Page 16 - 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.
Page 40 - 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.
Page 32 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Page 4 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve...
Page 5 - 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.
Page 20 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Page 3 - From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
Page 29 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school, To teach her sons herself.
Page 5 - 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...
Page 249 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.