The Complete Poetical Works of Edward Young: With Life ; Eight Steel EngravingsGall & Inglis, 1866 - 502 oldal |
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xvi. oldal
... eternal welfare of his parishioners may be inferred from his character , which , as it became purified from the subserviency of his youth , grew in dignity and charity until his piety invested him with a sort of patriarchal air . Before ...
... eternal welfare of his parishioners may be inferred from his character , which , as it became purified from the subserviency of his youth , grew in dignity and charity until his piety invested him with a sort of patriarchal air . Before ...
xxi. oldal
... eternal - those great things which you and I must soon be acquainted with ; and why not rejoice at it ? There is not a day of my long life that I desire to repeat , and at four- score it is all labour and sorrow . What , then , have we ...
... eternal - those great things which you and I must soon be acquainted with ; and why not rejoice at it ? There is not a day of my long life that I desire to repeat , and at four- score it is all labour and sorrow . What , then , have we ...
xxiii. oldal
... eternal world . " Embryos we must be till we burst the shell , Yon ambient azure shell , and spring to life , The life of God . " Yet it is gloomy , perhaps for this reason : the " Complaint " appears like a continual and painful effort ...
... eternal world . " Embryos we must be till we burst the shell , Yon ambient azure shell , and spring to life , The life of God . " Yet it is gloomy , perhaps for this reason : the " Complaint " appears like a continual and painful effort ...
3. oldal
... my soul immortal : Ev'n silent night proclaims eternal day . For human weal , heaven husbands all events ; Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore , that are not lost NIGHT I. ] 3 THE COMPLAINT .
... my soul immortal : Ev'n silent night proclaims eternal day . For human weal , heaven husbands all events ; Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore , that are not lost NIGHT I. ] 3 THE COMPLAINT .
5. oldal
... Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys ! Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whose restless iron tongue Calls daily for ...
... Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys ! Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whose restless iron tongue Calls daily for ...
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ambition angels art thou awful beams beneath bids bless blest bliss boast book of Job breast Britain charms Codrus crown dare dark death deep divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal ev'ry fair fame fate fear fire flame fool frown genius give glorious glory gods grace grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hour human illustrious immortal labour leviathan life's light lord Lorenzo man's mankind mighty mind mortal muse nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers nymphs o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure praise pride proud rage rapture reason renown rise sacred satire scene seas sense shine sight skies smile song soul spleen stars sting storm sublime sweet tempest thee theme thine thought throne thunder trembling triumph truth twill virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wretched ye stars
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1. oldal - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
8. oldal - All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own their future selves applaud; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodged in their own hands is Folly's vails; That lodged in Fate's to wisdom they consign; The thing they can't but purpose, they postpone.
8. oldal - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own; their future selves...
1. oldal - Distinguished link in being's endless chain ! Midway from nothing to the Deity ! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt ! Though sullied and dishonoured, still divine ! Dim miniature of greatness absolute ! An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust : Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
297. oldal - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
4. oldal - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
277. oldal - I'm nearer death in this verse than the last : What then is to be done ? be wise with speed : A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
17. oldal - Where shall I find Him ? Angels ! tell me where. You know him ; He is near you : point him out : Shall I see glories beaming from his brow ? Or trace his footsteps by the rising flowers...
149. oldal - Attend my song, and thou shalt know them all ; And know thyself; and know thyself to be (Strange truth !) the most abstemious man alive.
56. oldal - As wise as Socrates, might justly stand The definition of a modern fool. A Christian is the highest style of man : And is there, who the blessed cross wipes off...