The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 11799 |
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Page 17
... Look down - on what ? a fathomlefs abyfs . A dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful ...
... Look down - on what ? a fathomlefs abyfs . A dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful ...
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... looks on me , on all ; that pow'r who bids This midnight sentinel , with clarion shrill , Emblem of that which shall awake the dead , Roufe fouls from flumber into thoughts of heaven . Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude ? And ...
... looks on me , on all ; that pow'r who bids This midnight sentinel , with clarion shrill , Emblem of that which shall awake the dead , Roufe fouls from flumber into thoughts of heaven . Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude ? And ...
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... looks on time as nothing . Nothing else Is truly man's ; ' tis Fortune's . Time's a god . Haft thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , or against , what wonders he can do ! And will : to ftand blank neuter he difdains . Not on ...
... looks on time as nothing . Nothing else Is truly man's ; ' tis Fortune's . Time's a god . Haft thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , or against , what wonders he can do ! And will : to ftand blank neuter he difdains . Not on ...
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... look backwards with a fmile , Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly : That common but opprobrious lot ! Paft hours , If not by guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our profpect by the grave , All feeling of ...
... look backwards with a fmile , Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly : That common but opprobrious lot ! Paft hours , If not by guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our profpect by the grave , All feeling of ...
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... Look the world around , And tell me what : the wifeft cannot tell . Should any born of woman give his thought Full range on juft Diflike's unbounded field ; Of things the vanity ; of men , the flaws Flaws in the beft ; the many , flaw ...
... Look the world around , And tell me what : the wifeft cannot tell . Should any born of woman give his thought Full range on juft Diflike's unbounded field ; Of things the vanity ; of men , the flaws Flaws in the beft ; the many , flaw ...
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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.