The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen51,Página 2H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fall A victim facred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? — Thou , who didft put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing ball ; 35 O Thou , whose word from folid darkness ftruck That ...
... fall A victim facred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? — Thou , who didft put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing ball ; 35 O Thou , whose word from folid darkness ftruck That ...
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... fall . | Ev'n filent night proclaims my foul immortal : Ev'n filent night proclaims eternal day . For human weal , heaven hufbands all events ; 105 Dull fleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore ...
... fall . | Ev'n filent night proclaims my foul immortal : Ev'n filent night proclaims eternal day . For human weal , heaven hufbands all events ; 105 Dull fleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore ...
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... falls this cenfure ? It o'erwhelms myself ; 155 How was my heart incrusted by the world ! O how felf - fetter'd was my groveling foul ! How , like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In filken thought , which reptile Fancy spun , Till ...
... falls this cenfure ? It o'erwhelms myself ; 155 How was my heart incrusted by the world ! O how felf - fetter'd was my groveling foul ! How , like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In filken thought , which reptile Fancy spun , Till ...
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... 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 which we doat , felicity ! The fmootheft courfe of nature has ...
... 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 which we doat , felicity ! The fmootheft courfe of nature has ...
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... fall as fudden , not as fafe ! As fudden , though for years admonish'd home . Of human ills the laft extreme beware , Beware , Lorenzo ! a flow fudden death . How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to - day ; ' tis madness to ...
... fall as fudden , not as fafe ! As fudden , though for years admonish'd home . Of human ills the laft extreme beware , Beware , Lorenzo ! a flow fudden death . How dreadful that deliberate furprize ! Be wife to - day ; ' tis madness to ...
Términos y frases comunes
æther againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe bleft blifs bluſh boaſt breaſt caufe cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity deſpair divine Doft dread duft duſt earth endleſs eternal ev'n facred fame fate feen fenfe fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft laſt lefs life's loft Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Narciffa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſcheme ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhare ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtill ſtream ſtrike ſtrong thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wretched
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 249 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.