The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 51, Page 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... peace was flain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia why fo pale ? Doft thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to fee thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd in human life ? How wanes my borrow'd ...
... peace was flain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia why fo pale ? Doft thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to fee thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd in human life ? How wanes my borrow'd ...
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... peace ! Through the 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 ...
... peace ! Through the 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 ...
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... peace . Man's caution often into danger turns ; And his guard , falling , crushes him to death . Not happiness itself makes good her name ; Qur very wishes give us not our wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on most , From that for ...
... peace . Man's caution often into danger turns ; And his guard , falling , crushes him to death . Not happiness itself makes good her name ; Qur very wishes give us not our wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on most , From that for ...
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... , their charms . Revolted joys , like foes in civil war , Like bofom friendfhips to refentment four'd , With rage envenom'd rife against our peace . 335 340 Beware Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , 14 YOUNG'S POEM S.
... , their charms . Revolted joys , like foes in civil war , Like bofom friendfhips to refentment four'd , With rage envenom'd rife against our peace . 335 340 Beware Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , 14 YOUNG'S POEM S.
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... peace . Our error's caufe and cure are feen : See next Time's Nature , Origin , Importance , Speed ; And thy great Gain from urging his career.- All - fenfual man , because untouch'd , unfeen , He looks on Time as nothing . Nothing elfe ...
... peace . Our error's caufe and cure are feen : See next Time's Nature , Origin , Importance , Speed ; And thy great Gain from urging his career.- All - fenfual man , because untouch'd , unfeen , He looks on Time as nothing . Nothing elfe ...
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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.