The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 11799 |
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... thou not reform ? O thou haft feen How God descends to judge the fouls of men . Thou heard'st the fentence how the guilty mourn , Driv'n out from God , and never tɔ return . Yet more , behold ten thousand thunders fall , And sudden ...
... thou not reform ? O thou haft feen How God descends to judge the fouls of men . Thou heard'st the fentence how the guilty mourn , Driv'n out from God , and never tɔ return . Yet more , behold ten thousand thunders fall , And sudden ...
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... thou haft fung Celestial Bard , feraphic Young ! Will there no trace , no point be found Of all this fpacious glorious round ? Yon lamps of light muft they decay ? On Nature's felf Deftruction prey ? Then fame , the most immortal thing ...
... thou haft fung Celestial Bard , feraphic Young ! Will there no trace , no point be found Of all this fpacious glorious round ? Yon lamps of light muft they decay ? On Nature's felf Deftruction prey ? Then fame , the most immortal thing ...
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... Thou who didft put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rifing ball ; O Thou ! whofe word from folid darkness struck 35 That fpark , the fun , ftrike wisdom from my foul ; 40 My foul , which ...
... Thou who didft put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rifing ball ; O Thou ! whofe word from folid darkness struck 35 That fpark , the fun , ftrike wisdom from my foul ; 40 My foul , which ...
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... thou fhalt pluck him from his sphere : Amid fuch mighty plunder , why exhauft Thy partial quiver on a mark fo mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Infatiate archer ! could not one fuffice ? 210 215 Thy fhaft flew thrice , and ...
... thou fhalt pluck him from his sphere : Amid fuch mighty plunder , why exhauft Thy partial quiver on a mark fo mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Infatiate archer ! could not one fuffice ? 210 215 Thy fhaft flew thrice , and ...
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... thou , whate'er thou art , whofe heart exults ! Wouldst thou I fhould congratulate thy fate ! 300 305 310 I know thou wouldft , thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend .
... thou , whate'er thou art , whofe heart exults ! Wouldst thou I fhould congratulate thy fate ! 300 305 310 I know thou wouldft , thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend .
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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.