The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, 2. kötetJ. Cundee, 1802 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 57 találatból.
224. oldal
... 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 joys . Think not that fear is sacred to the storm ; Stand on ...
... 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 joys . Think not that fear is sacred to the storm ; Stand on ...
226. oldal
... LORENZO ! a slow sudden death . How dreadful that deliberate surprize ! Be wise to - day ; ' 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 ...
... LORENZO ! a slow sudden death . How dreadful that deliberate surprize ! Be wise to - day ; ' 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 ...
231. oldal
... LORENZO ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear PHILANDER's dust . He , thus , tho ' dead , May still befriend - What themes ...
... LORENZO ! let me turn my thoughts on thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear PHILANDER's dust . He , thus , tho ' dead , May still befriend - What themes ...
232. oldal
... what calls thy disease , LORENZO ? not For Esculapian , but for Moral aid . Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon . Youth is not rich in Time , it may be poor ; Part with it as with money , sparing ; pay 232 NIGHT II . THE COMPLAINT .
... what calls thy disease , LORENZO ? not For Esculapian , but for Moral aid . Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon . Youth is not rich in Time , it may be poor ; Part with it as with money , sparing ; pay 232 NIGHT II . THE COMPLAINT .
233. oldal
... LORENZO ! ' Tis confest . What , if for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amusement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treason , to the soul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amuse , when med'cines ...
... LORENZO ! ' Tis confest . What , if for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amusement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treason , to the soul immortal , Her foes in arms , eternity the prize ? Will toys amuse , when med'cines ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
Népszerű szakaszok
214. oldal - 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.
232. oldal - 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. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
203. oldal - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
215. oldal - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
206. oldal - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
202. oldal - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
354. oldal - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
255. oldal - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
351. oldal - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
205. oldal - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.