The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... Lorenzo ! wisdom into folly turns Oft , the first instant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The prefent moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We ...
... Lorenzo ! wisdom into folly turns Oft , the first instant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The prefent moment terminates our fight ; 355 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; 365 We ...
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... Lorenzo ! a flow fudden death . How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to - day ; ' tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on , till wisdom is push'd out of life . Procraftination is the thief of ...
... Lorenzo ! a flow fudden death . How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to - day ; ' tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on , till wisdom is push'd out of life . Procraftination is the thief of ...
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... Lorenzo ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where moft thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's duft . He thus , though dead , 15 May still befriend - What themes ...
... Lorenzo ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where moft thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's duft . He thus , though dead , 15 May still befriend - What themes ...
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... , paft thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? not For Efculapian , but for moral aid . my ftrain . 45 Thou Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too soon . 20 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... , paft thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? not For Efculapian , but for moral aid . my ftrain . 45 Thou Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too soon . 20 YOUNG'S POEM S.
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... Lorenzo , ' tis confeft . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amufement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treason , to the foul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amufe , when medicines ...
... Lorenzo , ' tis confeft . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amufement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treason , to the foul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amufe , when medicines ...
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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.