The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How paffing wonder He , who made ...
... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How paffing wonder He , who made ...
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... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . 75 80 85 90 95 ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things ...
... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . 75 80 85 90 95 ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things ...
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... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon clofe ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing , no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; VOL . LXI . C So So dies in human ...
... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon clofe ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing , no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; VOL . LXI . C So So dies in human ...
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... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; 125 How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leisure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; 125 How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leisure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
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... Dread Sire , on emanation bent , And big with nature , rising in his might , Call'd forth creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead ftreaming through a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From ...
... Dread Sire , on emanation bent , And big with nature , rising in his might , Call'd forth creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead ftreaming through a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From ...
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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.