The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 11799 |
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... live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd , and from an eye Of tenderness let heavenly pity fall On me , more juftly number'd with the dead . This is the defart , this the folitude : How populous , how vital is ...
... live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd , and from an eye Of tenderness let heavenly pity fall On me , more juftly number'd with the dead . This is the defart , this the folitude : How populous , how vital is ...
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... live , " For ever on the brink of being born . All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day fhall not drivel , and their pride On this reverfion takes up ready praise ; At least their own ; their future felves applaud . How ...
... live , " For ever on the brink of being born . All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day fhall not drivel , and their pride On this reverfion takes up ready praise ; At least their own ; their future felves applaud . How ...
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... lives as they defire . Where is that thirst , that avarice of time , ( O glorious avarice ! ) thought of death infpires , As rumour'd robberies endear our gold ? O Time ! than gold more facred ; more a load Than lead to fools , and ...
... lives as they defire . Where is that thirst , that avarice of time , ( O glorious avarice ! ) thought of death infpires , As rumour'd robberies endear our gold ? O Time ! than gold more facred ; more a load Than lead to fools , and ...
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... live : And is it then a trifle , too , to die ? Thou fay'ft I preach , Lorenzo ! ' tis confelt . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amufement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treafon in the foul immortal , Her ...
... live : And is it then a trifle , too , to die ? Thou fay'ft I preach , Lorenzo ! ' tis confelt . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amufement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treafon in the foul immortal , Her ...
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... Not fhort heaven's bounty , boundlefs our expence ; No niggard Nature , men are prodigals . 145 We waste , not ufe our time ; we breathe , not live . YOUNG'S POEMS . Time in advance behind him hides his 30 YOUNG'S POEMS .
... Not fhort heaven's bounty , boundlefs our expence ; No niggard Nature , men are prodigals . 145 We waste , not ufe our time ; we breathe , not live . YOUNG'S POEMS . Time in advance behind him hides his 30 YOUNG'S POEMS .
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The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author ..., Volume 2 Edward Young Visualização integral - 1799 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt ambition angels art thou bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom boundleſs breaſt caufe cauſe dæmons darkneſs death defcend Deity deſpair diftant divine doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fatires fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fkies flain fleeps fmile foar foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpirit ftars ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure glory grave grief guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf human illuftrious immortal juft laft lefs life's loft Lorenzo luftre man's moft mortal moſt muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion paft pain paſt peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſhall ſkies ſmile ſphere ſtars ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne truth univerfal virtue whofe wifdom wife wing wretched
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Página 43 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Página 25 - tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd 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.
Página 15 - 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.
Página 197 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Página 57 - While reason and religion, better taught, Congratulate the dead, and crown his tomb With wreath triumphant.
Página 62 - From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay The worm's inferior, and, in rank, beneath The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow, To drink the spirit of the golden day, And triumph in existence ; and couldst know No motive, but my bliss ; and hast ordain'd A rise in blessing ! with the patriarch's joy...
Página 30 - How heavily we drag the load of life! Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Página 25 - How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's to wisdom they consign ; The thing they can't but purpose they postpone.
Página 119 - Enjoy the various riches nature yields ; Far nobler ! give the riches they enjoy ; Give taste to fruits ; and harmony to groves ; Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright...
Página 21 - Here, plung'd in mines, forgets a sun was made. There, beings deathless as their haughty lord, Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life ; And plough the winter's wave, and reap despair. Some, for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valour sav'd, If so the tyrant, or his minion, doom.