The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing ball ; 35 O Thou , whofe word from folid darkness struck That fpark , the fun ; ftrike wisdom from my foul ; 40 My My foul , which flies to Thee , her truft YOUNG'S POEM S.
... the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing ball ; 35 O Thou , whofe word from folid darkness struck That fpark , the fun ; ftrike wisdom from my foul ; 40 My My foul , which flies to Thee , her truft YOUNG'S POEM S.
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English poets. My foul , which flies to Thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to their gold , while others rest . Through this opaque of Nature , and of Soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten , and to ...
English poets. My foul , which flies to Thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to their gold , while others rest . Through this opaque of Nature , and of Soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten , and to ...
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... thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure thy joys . Think not that ...
... thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure thy joys . Think not that ...
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... thee , Philander ! thy laft figh 345 Diffolv'd the charm ; the difenchanted earth Loft all her luftre . Where her glittering towers ? Her golden mountains , where ? all darken'd down To naked waste ; a dreary vale of tears ; The great ...
... thee , Philander ! thy laft figh 345 Diffolv'd the charm ; the difenchanted earth Loft all her luftre . Where her glittering towers ? Her golden mountains , where ? all darken'd down To naked waste ; a dreary vale of tears ; The great ...
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... Thee , And call the stars to liften : every star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . Yet be not vain ; there ... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your ftrain ! Or His , who made Mænoides our Own . Man too He ...
... Thee , And call the stars to liften : every star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . Yet be not vain ; there ... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your ftrain ! Or His , who made Mænoides our Own . Man too He ...
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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.