The Poetical Works of Edward Young: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for John Sharpe, 1808 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 42 találatból.
5. oldal
... theme to try , And find the thought of man could rise so high ? Beyond this world the labour to pursue , And open all eternity to view ? VOL . I. B But thou art best delighted to rehearse Heaven's holy dictates ENCOMIUMS on Young THE ...
... theme to try , And find the thought of man could rise so high ? Beyond this world the labour to pursue , And open all eternity to view ? VOL . I. B But thou art best delighted to rehearse Heaven's holy dictates ENCOMIUMS on Young THE ...
6. oldal
... theme , bis towering Muse , With generous zeal , a nobler fame pursues : Religion's cause her ravish'd heart inspires , And with a thousand bright ideas fires ; Transports her quick , impatient , piercing eye , O'er the strait limits of ...
... theme , bis towering Muse , With generous zeal , a nobler fame pursues : Religion's cause her ravish'd heart inspires , And with a thousand bright ideas fires ; Transports her quick , impatient , piercing eye , O'er the strait limits of ...
22. oldal
... theme , pursued the track Which opens out of darkness into day ! O had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd where I sink , and sung immortal man , How had it blest mankind , and rescued me ! END OF NIGHT FIRST . NIGHT II . ON TIME ...
... theme , pursued the track Which opens out of darkness into day ! O had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd where I sink , and sung immortal man , How had it blest mankind , and rescued me ! END OF NIGHT FIRST . NIGHT II . ON TIME ...
23. oldal
... themes may profit ; profit there Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's dust . He thus , though dead , May still befriend . - What themes ? Time's won- drous price , Death , friendship , and ...
... themes may profit ; profit there Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's dust . He thus , though dead , May still befriend . - What themes ? Time's won- drous price , Death , friendship , and ...
31. oldal
... theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself . Each night we die ; Each morn are born anew : each day a life ! And shall we kill each day ? If trifling kills , Sure vice must butcher . O what heaps of slain Cry out for ...
... theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself . Each night we die ; Each morn are born anew : each day a life ! And shall we kill each day ? If trifling kills , Sure vice must butcher . O what heaps of slain Cry out for ...
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ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd canst charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth endless eternal ethereal Ev'n fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart Heav'n Heaven's hope hour human illustrious infidel Leather Lane life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nobler nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passions peace Philander pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense seraphs shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange sublunary thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye Stars
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13. oldal - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule ; 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 From real life ; but little more remote Is he, not yet a candidate for light, The future embryo, slumbering in his sire. Embryos we must be till we burst the shell, Yon ambient azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods, 0 transport ! and of man.
10. oldal - 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, (That column of true majesty in man...
51. oldal - Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; Passions of prouder name befriend us less. Joy has her tears, and transport has her death : Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits and serenes, Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys...
9. oldal - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
79. oldal - Can prayer, can praise avert it ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time! bliss through eternity ! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise! Or fathom thy profound of love to man ; To man of men the meanest, ev'n to me ! My sacrifice ! my God ! what things are these'!
54. oldal - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die: And shall they languish, shall they die, in vain?
26. oldal - Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
21. 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 applauds.
11. oldal - 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 ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
109. oldal - Each moment on the former shuts the grave, While man is growing, life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun ; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.