The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 11799 |
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... all his thoughts , 135 Inters celestial hopes without one figh . Pris'ner of earth , and pent beneath the moon , Here pinions all his wifhes ; wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite , and reach it there , 18 YOUNG'S POEMS .
... all his thoughts , 135 Inters celestial hopes without one figh . Pris'ner of earth , and pent beneath the moon , Here pinions all his wifhes ; wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite , and reach it there , 18 YOUNG'S POEMS .
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... beneath . Here teems with revolutions ev'ry hour , And rarely for the better ; or the beft 180 186 199 More mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep ...
... beneath . Here teems with revolutions ev'ry hour , And rarely for the better ; or the beft 180 186 199 More mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep ...
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... beneath , we groan beneath an hour : We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The next amufement mortgages our fields ; Slight inconvenience ! prifons hardly frown , From hateful time if prifons fet us free . Yet when Death kindly ...
... beneath , we groan beneath an hour : We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The next amufement mortgages our fields ; Slight inconvenience ! prifons hardly frown , From hateful time if prifons fet us free . Yet when Death kindly ...
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... beneath the skies ; The fkies , which watch him . in his new abode , Meafuring his motions by revolving fpheres , That horologe machinery divine . 210 215 Hours , days , and months , and years , his children play , Like num'rous wings ...
... beneath the skies ; The fkies , which watch him . in his new abode , Meafuring his motions by revolving fpheres , That horologe machinery divine . 210 215 Hours , days , and months , and years , his children play , Like num'rous wings ...
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... beneath . Has Death his fopperies ? then well may Life Put on her plume , and in her rainbow fhine . Ye well - array'd ! ye lilies of our land ! Ye lilies male ! who neither toil nor spin , ( As fifter lilies might ) if not fo wife As ...
... beneath . Has Death his fopperies ? then well may Life Put on her plume , and in her rainbow fhine . Ye well - array'd ! ye lilies of our land ! Ye lilies male ! who neither toil nor spin , ( As fifter lilies might ) if not fo wife As ...
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Page 43 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Page 25 - 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 15 - 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 197 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Page 57 - While reason and religion, better taught, Congratulate the dead, and crown his tomb With wreath triumphant.
Page 62 - From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay The worm's inferior, and, in rank, beneath The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow, To drink the spirit of the golden day, And triumph in existence ; and couldst know No motive, but my bliss ; and hast ordain'd A rise in blessing ! with the patriarch's joy...
Page 30 - How heavily we drag the load of life! Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Page 25 - How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's to wisdom they consign ; The thing they can't but purpose they postpone.
Page 119 - Enjoy the various riches nature yields ; Far nobler ! give the riches they enjoy ; Give taste to fruits ; and harmony to groves ; Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright...
Page 21 - Here, plung'd in mines, forgets a sun was made. There, beings deathless as their haughty lord, Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life ; And plough the winter's wave, and reap despair. Some, for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valour sav'd, If so the tyrant, or his minion, doom.