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... nature's kind hath wrought , That snakes have time to cast away their stings : Against chain'd prisoners what need defence be sought ? The fierce lion will hurt no yielden things : + Why should such spite be nurs'd then in thy thought ...
... nature's kind hath wrought , That snakes have time to cast away their stings : Against chain'd prisoners what need defence be sought ? The fierce lion will hurt no yielden things : + Why should such spite be nurs'd then in thy thought ...
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... nature art so bountiful ; For that goodness that in the world doth brace Repugnant natures in quiet wonderful ; And for thy mercies , number without end In heaven and earth perceiv'd so plentiful , That over all they do themselves ...
... nature art so bountiful ; For that goodness that in the world doth brace Repugnant natures in quiet wonderful ; And for thy mercies , number without end In heaven and earth perceiv'd so plentiful , That over all they do themselves ...
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... Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night ; God said , Let Newton be , and all was light ; " and he has set the Newtonian system to his own martial music . We are far from contending that Young has exhausted the XX THE LIFE AND POETIC ...
... Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night ; God said , Let Newton be , and all was light ; " and he has set the Newtonian system to his own martial music . We are far from contending that Young has exhausted the XX THE LIFE AND POETIC ...
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... nature through man , and man through nature . There is to Young's genius nothing common or unclean in the material universe . All points up to God , and looks round significantly to man . His imagination has no limits , and , when he is ...
... nature through man , and man through nature . There is to Young's genius nothing common or unclean in the material universe . All points up to God , and looks round significantly to man . His imagination has no limits , and , when he is ...
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... Nature ; and which he and Milton , and Spenser , and Coleridge , and Shelley , have so admirably exemplified in their verse . Young's style is too broken and sententious to permit the miracles of melody which are found in some of our ...
... Nature ; and which he and Milton , and Spenser , and Coleridge , and Shelley , have so admirably exemplified in their verse . Young's style is too broken and sententious to permit the miracles of melody which are found in some of our ...
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Page 10 - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Page 27 - That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once...
Page xxvi - Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters! twins From ancient night, who nurse the tender thought! To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
Page xxvi - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Page 24 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Page 2 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Page 10 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Page xxviii - What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Page 208 - Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
Page 16 - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow : I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain : And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about : " Noli me tangere ; for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.