The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... tombs around , In infidel diftrefs ? Are Angels there ? Slumbers , rak'd up in dust , ethereal fire ? They live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an eye Of tenderness let heavenly pity fall On me ...
... tombs around , In infidel diftrefs ? Are Angels there ? Slumbers , rak'd up in dust , ethereal fire ? They live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an eye Of tenderness let heavenly pity fall On me ...
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... tomb's triumphant arch beneath . Has Death his fopperies ? Then well may Life Put on her plume , and in her rainbow shine . Ye well - array'd ! ye lilies of our land ! Ye lilies male ! who neither toil , nor spin , ( As fifter lilies ...
... tomb's triumphant arch beneath . Has Death his fopperies ? Then well may Life Put on her plume , and in her rainbow shine . Ye well - array'd ! ye lilies of our land ! Ye lilies male ! who neither toil , nor spin , ( As fifter lilies ...
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... tomb . Narciffa follows , ere his tomb is clos'd . Woes cluster ; rare are folitary woes ; They love a train , they tread each other's heel ; 60 Her death invades his mournful right , and claims 65 The grief that started from my lids ...
... tomb . Narciffa follows , ere his tomb is clos'd . Woes cluster ; rare are folitary woes ; They love a train , they tread each other's heel ; 60 Her death invades his mournful right , and claims 65 The grief that started from my lids ...
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... tomb should pierce the skies . Prefumptuous fear ! How durft I dread her foes , 180 While nature's loudeft . dictates I obey'd ? Pardon neceffity , bleft fhade ! Of grief And indignation rival burfts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled ...
... tomb should pierce the skies . Prefumptuous fear ! How durft I dread her foes , 180 While nature's loudeft . dictates I obey'd ? Pardon neceffity , bleft fhade ! Of grief And indignation rival burfts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled ...
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... tomb . " This harvest reap from thy Narciffa's grave . As poet's feign'd from Ajax ' ftreaming blood Arofe , with grief inscrib'd , a mournful flower ; Let wisdom blossom from my mortal wound . And first , of dying friends ; what fruit ...
... tomb . " This harvest reap from thy Narciffa's grave . As poet's feign'd from Ajax ' ftreaming blood Arofe , with grief inscrib'd , a mournful flower ; Let wisdom blossom from my mortal wound . And first , of dying friends ; what fruit ...
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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.