The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... , if dreams infeft the grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams 5 Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd defponding thought , 10 From wave to wave of fancied misery , At random drove , her helm of reason loft . B 2 At [ 3 ]
... , if dreams infeft the grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams 5 Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd defponding thought , 10 From wave to wave of fancied misery , At random drove , her helm of reason loft . B 2 At [ 3 ]
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... grave ; 15 20 25 30 The grave , your kingdom : There this frame shall fall A victim facred to your dreary fhrine . But what are ye ? — Thou , who didft put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er ...
... grave ; 15 20 25 30 The grave , your kingdom : There this frame shall fall A victim facred to your dreary fhrine . But what are ye ? — Thou , who didft put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er ...
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... grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . 75 80 85 90 95 ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof : While o'er my limbs fleep's foft dominion spread , What though my foul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or ...
... grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . 75 80 85 90 95 ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof : While o'er my limbs fleep's foft dominion spread , What though my foul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or ...
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... grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the fad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth , is Shadow , all beyond Is Subftance ; the reverfe is folly's creed : How folid all ...
... grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the fad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth , is Shadow , all beyond Is Subftance ; the reverfe is folly's creed : How folid all ...
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... grave . How groaning hofpitals eject their dead ! What numbers groan for fad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken ...
... grave . How groaning hofpitals eject their dead ! What numbers groan for fad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken ...
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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.