The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 51, Page 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... dark domain , Is funthine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In raylefs majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fceptre o'er a lumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
... dark domain , Is funthine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In raylefs majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fceptre o'er a lumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
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... dark poftern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleasing past ; In queft of wretchedness pervefely ftrays ; And finds ...
... dark poftern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleasing past ; In queft of wretchedness pervefely ftrays ; And finds ...
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... darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope fo near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it ...
... darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope fo near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it ...
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... Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or His , who ... darkness into day ! O had he , mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd where I fink , and fung immortal man ! How had it ...
... Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or His , who ... darkness into day ! O had he , mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd where I fink , and fung immortal man ! How had it ...
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... dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? $ He mourns the dead , who lives as they defire . Where is that thirst , that avarice of Time , ( O ...
... dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? $ He mourns the dead , who lives as they defire . Where is that thirst , that avarice of Time , ( O ...
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Page 40 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Page 5 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Page 32 - 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 146 - Its tenure sure ; its income is divine. High-built abundance, heap on heap ! for what ? To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; Then, make a richer scramble for the throng...
Page 249 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Page 62 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Page 5 - The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss : to give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke 1 feel the solemn sound.
Page 4 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve...
Page 52 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Page 80 - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.