The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 51, Page 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... fhould alarm us , full as much as woes ; Awake us to their caufe and confequence ; And make us tremble , weigh'd with our defert ; Awe nature's tumult , and chastise her joys , Left , while we clasp , we kill them ; nay , invert To ...
... fhould alarm us , full as much as woes ; Awake us to their caufe and confequence ; And make us tremble , weigh'd with our defert ; Awe nature's tumult , and chastise her joys , Left , while we clasp , we kill them ; nay , invert To ...
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... fhould I give it vent , The longest night , though longer far , would fail , And the lark liften to my midnight song . The fpritely lark's fhrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's fharpeft thorn hard preffing on my breast , I ftrive , with ...
... fhould I give it vent , The longest night , though longer far , would fail , And the lark liften to my midnight song . The fpritely lark's fhrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's fharpeft thorn hard preffing on my breast , I ftrive , with ...
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... fhould his ftrong hand arrest , No compofition fets the prifoner free . Eternity's inexorable chain Fast binds ; and vengeance claims the full arrear . How late I fhudder'd on the brink ! how late 20 25 30 35 Life call'd for her last ...
... fhould his ftrong hand arrest , No compofition fets the prifoner free . Eternity's inexorable chain Fast binds ; and vengeance claims the full arrear . How late I fhudder'd on the brink ! how late 20 25 30 35 Life call'd for her last ...
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... fhould all fpeak : So reafon fpeaks in all : From the foft whifpers of that God in man , Why fly to folly , why to phrenzy fly , 100 105 For For refcue from the bleffing we poffefs ? Time the 22 YOUNG'S POEM S. He pleads Time's numerous ...
... fhould all fpeak : So reafon fpeaks in all : From the foft whifpers of that God in man , Why fly to folly , why to phrenzy fly , 100 105 For For refcue from the bleffing we poffefs ? Time the 22 YOUNG'S POEM S. He pleads Time's numerous ...
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... fhould judge in all ; in reason's eye , That fedentary fhadow travels hard . But fuch our gravitation to the wrong , So prone our hearts to whisper what we wish , VOL . II . D 420 425 439 ' Tis ' Tis later with the wife than he's aware ...
... fhould judge in all ; in reason's eye , That fedentary fhadow travels hard . But fuch our gravitation to the wrong , So prone our hearts to whisper what we wish , VOL . II . D 420 425 439 ' Tis ' Tis later with the wife than he's aware ...
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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.