The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 11799 |
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... Creation fleeps . ' Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life ftood still , and nature made a paufe ; An awful paufe ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be foon fulfill'd : Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lofe no more . Silence and ...
... Creation fleeps . ' Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life ftood still , and nature made a paufe ; An awful paufe ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be foon fulfill'd : Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lofe no more . Silence and ...
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... Creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the fad cyprefs gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty fhades ! All , all on earth is fhadow , all beyond Is fubftance ; the reverfe is Folly's creed . How folid all , where change ...
... Creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the fad cyprefs gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty fhades ! All , all on earth is fhadow , all beyond Is fubftance ; the reverfe is Folly's creed . How folid all , where change ...
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... creation , ( for then Time was born ) 205 By Godhead ftreaming thro ' a thoufand worlds ; Not on thofe terms , from the great days of heaven , From old Eternity's myfterious orb Was time cut off , and caft beneath the skies ; The fkies ...
... creation , ( for then Time was born ) 205 By Godhead ftreaming thro ' a thoufand worlds ; Not on thofe terms , from the great days of heaven , From old Eternity's myfterious orb Was time cut off , and caft beneath the skies ; The fkies ...
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... creation , labours ! Labours more ? And is there in creation what , amidst This tumult univerfal , wing'd dispatch , And ardent energy , fupinely yawns ? - Man fleeps , and man alone ; and man , whose fate , Fate irreversible , entire ...
... creation , labours ! Labours more ? And is there in creation what , amidst This tumult univerfal , wing'd dispatch , And ardent energy , fupinely yawns ? - Man fleeps , and man alone ; and man , whose fate , Fate irreversible , entire ...
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... creation has no more : Or if we with a fourth , it is a friend.- But friends how mortal dang'rous the defire . Take Phoebus to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain head , And reeling thro ' the wilderness ...
... creation has no more : Or if we with a fourth , it is a friend.- But friends how mortal dang'rous the defire . Take Phoebus to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain head , And reeling thro ' the wilderness ...
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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.