The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... grief . Take then , O World ! thy much indebted tear : How fad a fight is human happiness , 290 295 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Wouldst thou I should ...
... grief . Take then , O World ! thy much indebted tear : How fad a fight is human happiness , 290 295 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Wouldst thou I should ...
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... Grief's fharpeft thorn hard preffing on my breast , I ftrive , with wakeful melody , to chear The fullen gloom , sweet Philomel ! like Thee , And call the stars to liften : every star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . Yet be not ...
... Grief's fharpeft thorn hard preffing on my breast , I ftrive , with wakeful melody , to chear The fullen gloom , sweet Philomel ! like Thee , And call the stars to liften : every star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . Yet be not ...
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... grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? He mourns the dead , who lives as they defire . Where is that thirst , that avarice of Time , ( O glorious avarice ! ) thought of ...
... grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? He mourns the dead , who lives as they defire . Where is that thirst , that avarice of Time , ( O glorious avarice ! ) thought of ...
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... grief of joy ! 68 , Amazement ftrikes ! devotion burfts to flame ! Chriftians Adore ! and Infidels Believe . 685 As fome tall tower , or lofty mountain's brow , Detains the fun , Illuftrious from its height ; While rifing vapours , and ...
... grief of joy ! 68 , Amazement ftrikes ! devotion burfts to flame ! Chriftians Adore ! and Infidels Believe . 685 As fome tall tower , or lofty mountain's brow , Detains the fun , Illuftrious from its height ; While rifing vapours , and ...
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... grief that started 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 strokes contend , And make ...
... grief that started 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 strokes contend , And make ...
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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.