The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 611790 |
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... mortal , dangerous the defire ! Take Phoebus to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate at fair fortune's fountain - head ; And reeling through the wilderness af joy ; Where Senfe runs favage , broke from Reason's chain , And fings ...
... mortal , dangerous the defire ! Take Phoebus to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate at fair fortune's fountain - head ; And reeling through the wilderness af joy ; Where Senfe runs favage , broke from Reason's chain , And fings ...
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... mortal taste , While here , prefuming on the rights of heaven . For transport dost thou call on every hour , Lorenzo ? At thy friend's expence , be wise ; Lean not on earth ; ' twill pierce thee to the heart ; 145 A broken reed , at ...
... mortal taste , While here , prefuming on the rights of heaven . For transport dost thou call on every hour , Lorenzo ? At thy friend's expence , be wise ; Lean not on earth ; ' twill pierce thee to the heart ; 145 A broken reed , at ...
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... mortal wound . And first , of dying friends ; what fruit from these ? It brings us more than triple aid ; an aid To chase our thoughtlessness , fear , pride and guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud , To damp our brainless ...
... mortal wound . And first , of dying friends ; what fruit from these ? It brings us more than triple aid ; an aid To chase our thoughtlessness , fear , pride and guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud , To damp our brainless ...
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... mortal . Man's mortality 295 Was , then , transferr'd to death ; and heaven's duration Unalienably feal'd to this frail frame , This child of duft - Ma n , all - immortal ! hail ; Hail , heaven ! all lavish of strange gifts to man ...
... mortal . Man's mortality 295 Was , then , transferr'd to death ; and heaven's duration Unalienably feal'd to this frail frame , This child of duft - Ma n , all - immortal ! hail ; Hail , heaven ! all lavish of strange gifts to man ...
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... mortal ears , Thus diving in the pockets of the great ? Is praise the perquifite of every paw , 350 Though black as hell , that grapples well for gold ? Oh love of gold ! thou meaneft of amours ! Shall praise her odours waste on ...
... mortal ears , Thus diving in the pockets of the great ? Is praise the perquifite of every paw , 350 Though black as hell , that grapples well for gold ? Oh love of gold ! thou meaneft of amours ! Shall praise her odours waste on ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
æther againſt ambition angels art thou aſk Becauſe bleffings bleft blifs bliſs bluſh boundleſs cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n facred fafe fame fate fenfe fhall fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftill ftrange fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft 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 ſhades ſhall ſhines ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſtars ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth vaft virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wretched
Passagens conhecidas
Página 16 - 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 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 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 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 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 20 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Página 3 - 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 29 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school, To teach her sons herself.
Página 5 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
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.