The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 21799 |
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... glory ftor'd , ' Twere fin in Heathens not to have ador'd . How great , how firm , how facred , all appears How worthy an immortal round of years ! Yet all muft drop , as autumn's ficklieft grain , And earth and firmament be fought in ...
... glory ftor'd , ' Twere fin in Heathens not to have ador'd . How great , how firm , how facred , all appears How worthy an immortal round of years ! Yet all muft drop , as autumn's ficklieft grain , And earth and firmament be fought in ...
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... glory fhines on high , No light but from the terrors of the sky : Fall'u are her mountains , her fam'd rivers loft , 165 And all into a fecond chaos toft : One univerfal ruin fpreads abroad : Nothing is fafe beneath the throne of God ...
... glory fhines on high , No light but from the terrors of the sky : Fall'u are her mountains , her fam'd rivers loft , 165 And all into a fecond chaos toft : One univerfal ruin fpreads abroad : Nothing is fafe beneath the throne of God ...
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... glory to be quite involv'd ! To fmile at death ! to long to be diffolv'd l From our decays a pleasure to receive ! And kindle into tranfport at a grave . What equals this ? And fhall the victor now Boaft the proud laurels on his loaded ...
... glory to be quite involv'd ! To fmile at death ! to long to be diffolv'd l From our decays a pleasure to receive ! And kindle into tranfport at a grave . What equals this ? And fhall the victor now Boaft the proud laurels on his loaded ...
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... glory , fills my fight ? Bend down , my grateful mufe ! that homage fhow , Which to fuch worthies thou art proud to owe . Wickham ! Fox ! Chirchley * ! hail , illuftrious names ! Who to far diftant times difpenfe your beams ; 126 ...
... glory , fills my fight ? Bend down , my grateful mufe ! that homage fhow , Which to fuch worthies thou art proud to owe . Wickham ! Fox ! Chirchley * ! hail , illuftrious names ! Who to far diftant times difpenfe your beams ; 126 ...
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... Glory ! Soul of Blifs ! What a ftupendous turn of fate is this ? O ! whither art thou rais'd above the fcorn And indigence of him in Bethle'm born ; A needlefs , helpless , unaccounted guest , And but a fecond to the fodder'd beaft ...
... Glory ! Soul of Blifs ! What a ftupendous turn of fate is this ? O ! whither art thou rais'd above the fcorn And indigence of him in Bethle'm born ; A needlefs , helpless , unaccounted guest , And but a fecond to the fodder'd beaft ...
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The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author ..., Volume 1 Edward Young Visualização integral - 1799 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
blefs blefs'd blifs boaft boaſt book of Job breaſt Britain Britannia's caft caufe charms Codrus dare death defcend diftant divine dreadful earth eternal ev'ry facred fafe fair falute fame fate fatire fcene feas fenfe fhades fhall fhew fhine fhould fing fkies flain flame fmile fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirits ftars ftill ftrain ftreams ftrong fublime fuch fupport fweet fwell fword gen'rous genius glorious glory gods grace heart heaven illuftrious immortal juft laſt lefs Leviathan Lord mankind mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt numbers nymphs o'er paffion pain peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride profe proud rage reafon reign rife ſhall ſhine ſkies ſky ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtorm tempeft thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro throne thunder virtue Voltaire Whofe wifdom wife
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Página 8 - Say then, my muse, whom dismal scenes delight, Frequent at tombs, and in the realms of night ; Say, melancholy maid, if bold to dare The...
Página 15 - Such, in this day of horrors, shall be seen To face the thunders with a godlike mien ; The planets drop, their thoughts are fixt above ; The centre shakes, their hearts disdain to move...
Página 36 - It aids the dancer's heel, the writer's head, And heaps the plain with mountains of the dead ; Nor ends with life ; but nods in sable plumes, Adorns our hearse, and flatters on our tombs.
Página 206 - Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze ; To paw the vale he proudly takes delight, And triumphs in the fulness of his might ; High rais'd he snuffs the battle from afar, And burns to plunge amid the raging war ; And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, And in a storm of fury shakes the ground.
Página 38 - Men should press forward in fame's glorious chase ; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. Let high birth triumph ! What can be more great ? Nothing — but merit in a low estate.
Página 22 - O how divine ! to tread the milky way, To the bright palace of the lord of day ; His court admire, or for his favour sue, Or leagues of friendship with his saints renew...
Página 37 - Some go to church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went : One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the gods, but would have mortals hear ; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their religion has been one.
Página 19 - A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright, Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light: Night shades the solemn arches of his brows, And in his cheek the purple morning glows.
Página 88 - Who marry to be free, to range the more, And wed one man, to wanton with a score.
Página 91 - Methinks, we need not our short being shun, And, thought to fly, contend to be undone. We need not buy our ruin with our crime, And give eternity to murder time.