The Complete Poetical Works of Edward Young: With Life ; Eight Steel EngravingsGall & Inglis, 1866 - 502 oldal |
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... mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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 . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost ...
... mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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 . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost ...
21. oldal
... means . Know , like the Median , fate is in thy walls : Dost ask , How ? Whence ? Belshazzar - like , amaz'd ? Man's make encloses the sure seeds of death ; Life feeds the murderer ; Ingrate ! he thrives On her own meal , and then his ...
... means . Know , like the Median , fate is in thy walls : Dost ask , How ? Whence ? Belshazzar - like , amaz'd ? Man's make encloses the sure seeds of death ; Life feeds the murderer ; Ingrate ! he thrives On her own meal , and then his ...
37. oldal
... means ; An end deplorable ! a means divine ! When ' tis our all , ' tis nothing ; worse than nought ; A nest of pains : when held as nothing , much : Like some fair hum'rists , life is most enjoy'd , When courted least ; most worth ...
... means ; An end deplorable ! a means divine ! When ' tis our all , ' tis nothing ; worse than nought ; A nest of pains : when held as nothing , much : Like some fair hum'rists , life is most enjoy'd , When courted least ; most worth ...
44. oldal
... means my frenzy ? I blaspheme ; Alas ! how low ! how far beneath the skies ! The skies it form'd ; and now it bleeds for me- But bleeds the balm I want - yet still it bleeds ; Draw the dire steel - ah no ! the dreadful blessing What ...
... means my frenzy ? I blaspheme ; Alas ! how low ! how far beneath the skies ! The skies it form'd ; and now it bleeds for me- But bleeds the balm I want - yet still it bleeds ; Draw the dire steel - ah no ! the dreadful blessing What ...
47. oldal
... only this , subdues the fear of death . And what is this ? -Survey the wondrous cure : And at each step , let higher wonder rise ! " Pardon for infinite offence ! and pardon Through means NIGHT IV . ] 47 THE COMPLAINT .
... only this , subdues the fear of death . And what is this ? -Survey the wondrous cure : And at each step , let higher wonder rise ! " Pardon for infinite offence ! and pardon Through means NIGHT IV . ] 47 THE COMPLAINT .
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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...