The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, 2. kötetJ. Cundee, 1802 |
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32. oldal
... wise ; and I want fool enough , To smile in vanities , and hug a shadow ; Nor have I wisdom to elaborate An artificial happiness from pains : Ev'n joys are pains , because they cannot last . [ Sighs . Yet much is talk'd of bliss ; it is ...
... wise ; and I want fool enough , To smile in vanities , and hug a shadow ; Nor have I wisdom to elaborate An artificial happiness from pains : Ev'n joys are pains , because they cannot last . [ Sighs . Yet much is talk'd of bliss ; it is ...
36. oldal
... O man ! What's fourscore years ? Nay , what indeed the age of time itself , Since cut from out eternity's wide round ? Away then . To a mind resolv'd and wise , There is an impotence in misery , Which makes me 36 THE REVENGE .
... O man ! What's fourscore years ? Nay , what indeed the age of time itself , Since cut from out eternity's wide round ? Away then . To a mind resolv'd and wise , There is an impotence in misery , Which makes me 36 THE REVENGE .
75. oldal
... no third way , But to forget , and so to love again . ALONZO . Oh ! ZANGA . If you forgive , the world will call you Good ; If you forget , the world will call you Wise ; If you receive her to your grace again , The A TRAGEDY . 75.
... no third way , But to forget , and so to love again . ALONZO . Oh ! ZANGA . If you forgive , the world will call you Good ; If you forget , the world will call you Wise ; If you receive her to your grace again , The A TRAGEDY . 75.
90. oldal
... wise ; ' tis a disguise for guilt ; ' Tis my turn now to fix you here awhile ; You , and your thousand arts , shall not escape me . LEONORA . Arts ? ALONZO . Arts ! Confess ; for death is in my hand . LEONORA . ' Tis in your words ...
... wise ; ' tis a disguise for guilt ; ' Tis my turn now to fix you here awhile ; You , and your thousand arts , shall not escape me . LEONORA . Arts ? ALONZO . Arts ! Confess ; for death is in my hand . LEONORA . ' Tis in your words ...
97. oldal
... wise with caution will engage ; Reactant long , and tardy to believe , e , sway'd by nature , we ourselves deceive ; here our own folly joins the villain's art , Lad each man finds a Zanga in his heart . [ Exeunt . EPILOGUE . BY A ...
... wise with caution will engage ; Reactant long , and tardy to believe , e , sway'd by nature , we ourselves deceive ; here our own folly joins the villain's art , Lad each man finds a Zanga in his heart . [ Exeunt . EPILOGUE . BY A ...
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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 |
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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.