The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 11799 |
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... night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is funfhine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess , from her ebon throne , II 15 ; In raylefs majefty , now ftretches forth Her leaden B 2 THE COMPLAINT . Preface,
... night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is funfhine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess , from her ebon throne , II 15 ; In raylefs majefty , now ftretches forth Her leaden B 2 THE COMPLAINT . Preface,
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... Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lofe no more . Silence and Darkness ! folemn fifters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurse the tender thought ! To reason , and on reafon build refolve , ( That column of true majesty in man ) Affitt me ...
... Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lofe no more . Silence and Darkness ! folemn fifters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurse the tender thought ! To reason , and on reafon build refolve , ( That column of true majesty in man ) Affitt me ...
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... Fate . Each moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep Strikes empires from the root : each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of fweet domeftic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
... Fate . Each moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep Strikes empires from the root : each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of fweet domeftic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
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... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear , And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . 220 225 230 Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me ...
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear , And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . 220 225 230 Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me ...
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... Fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who forrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope : to teach us to be kind ; 290 295 That Nature's firft , laft leffon to mankind . The YOUNG'S POEMS .
... Fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who forrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope : to teach us to be kind ; 290 295 That Nature's firft , laft leffon to mankind . The YOUNG'S POEMS .
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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.