The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of the Author, Том 1Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1805 |
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... past , With pious horror view'd the desart waste ; The restless smoke still wav'd its curls around , For ever rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ...
... past , With pious horror view'd the desart waste ; The restless smoke still wav'd its curls around , For ever rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ...
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... past conjecture ; all things rise in proof . While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom es 1 Of pathless woods , or down the craggy 6 THE ...
... past conjecture ; all things rise in proof . While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom es 1 Of pathless woods , or down the craggy 6 THE ...
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... past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely strays , And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys , a numʼrous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at ...
... past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely strays , And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys , a numʼrous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at ...
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... past prosperity , To sting thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo ! Fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances while the Syren sings . Dear is thy welfare : think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure thy ...
... past prosperity , To sting thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo ! Fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances while the Syren sings . Dear is thy welfare : think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure thy ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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ambition angels art thou awful beam beneath bids birth bleeds blest bliss blood divine burst call'd celestial charms christian dæmons darkness dead death Deity deny'd divine dread Duke of Wharton dust E'en earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ev'ry fair fate fear fire flame flight folly fond fool gaze genius give glorious glory grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hour human illustrious labour life's live Lorenzo man's mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander pour'd pow'r praise pride reason rich rise sacred scene seraphs shades shines sigh skies smile soft song soul immortal Stamp'd stars sting storm tears thee theme thine thou thro throne tomb tremble triumph truth virtue weep Winchester College wing wisdom wise wound wretched Ye stars YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY Young
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Стр. 22 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is pushed 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.
Стр. 28 - If nothing more than purpose in thy power, Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Стр. 75 - 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.
Стр. 23 - All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own their future selves applaud; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodged in their own hands is Folly's vails; That lodged in Fate's to wisdom they consign; The thing they can't but purpose, they postpone.
Стр. 10 - From different natures marvellously' mixt, Connexion exquisite of distant worlds*! Distinguished link in being's endless chain*! Midway from nothing' to the Deity*! A beam ethereal', sullied', and absorpt*! Though sullied*, and dishonour'd', still divine*? Dim miniature' of greatness absolute*! An heir of glory/! a frail child of dust*! Helpless immortal'! insect infinite*! A worm'! a god*! — I tremble' at myself, And in myself am lost*!
Стр. 7 - 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.
Стр. 11 - Her ceaseless flight, though devious, speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod; Active, aerial, towering, unconfined, Unfetter'd with her gross companion's fall. Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal: Even silent night proclaims eternal day. For human weal, Heaven husbands all events: Dull sleep instructs, nor sport vain dreams in vain.
Стр. 97 - Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! This can support us ; all is sea besides ; Sinks under us ; bestorms, and then devours. His hand the good man fastens on the skies, And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.
Стр. 38 - Where shall I find Him ? Angels ! tell me where. You know him ; He is near you : point him out : Shall I see glories beaming from his brow ? Or trace his footsteps by the rising flowers...
Стр. 56 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay...