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" Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so... "
The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts - 9. oldal
szerző: Edward Young - 1837 - 293 oldal
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Bell's Edition, 87-88. kötet

John Bell - 1796 - 470 oldal
...heart l Death ! great proprietor of all ! 'tis thirte z05 To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines-, And, one...day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere : Amid such rriighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? z10 \Vhy thy peculiar rancour...

Night Thoughts

Edward Young - 1798 - 432 oldal
...embrace ! What darts of agony had miss'd my heart! Death ! great proprietor of all ! 'tis thine 205 The sun himself by thy permission shines; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amidst such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean? 210 Why thy peculiar...

Lives

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 oldal
...lamented, none that has read the " Night " Thoughts" (and who has not read them ?) needs to be informed. Insatiate Archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain j And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs. Temple...

The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, 1. kötet

Edward Young - 1802 - 420 oldal
...dear Narcissa. I was walking in a place called In this celebrated poem he thus addresses Death : " Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? " Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain J " And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. These lines have been universally understood...

A True Estimate of Human Life: In which the Passions are Considered in a New ...

Edward Young - 1802 - 146 oldal
...died not long after, and to these successive dissolutions, Young alludes in these remarkable lines : Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; thrice e'er thrice yon mooa had filled her horn. Mr. and Mrs. Temple are thought to be the Philander...

The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1805 - 284 oldal
...The sun himself by thy permissiori^hines, And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amidst such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancor wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft slew thrice; and thrice...

The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of ..., 1. kötet

Edward Young - 1805 - 238 oldal
...vil. They begin now to verge from their bigotn, *» and allow them at least to be men, though n-tf " Insatiate archer! could not one suffice ? " Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace wa " slain; " And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd he " horn. " christians, I believe); and that...

The Miseries of Human Life; Or The Groans of Timothy Testy, and Samuel ...

James Beresford - 1806 - 384 oldal
...but one, he having gone up twice, and you not once — losing all your three lives running. Ned Tes. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust. Thy partial...quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreck'd on me ? Isatiate Archer ! * could not once suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice — and thrice my...

The Miseries of Human Life, Or, The Groans of Samuel Sensitive ..., 1. kötet

James Beresford - 1807 - 246 oldal
...but one, he having gone up twice, and you not once — losing all your three Uses running. JVed Tes. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial...quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreck'd on me ? Insatiate Archer .'* could not once suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice — and thrice...

The Miseries of Human Life, Or, the Last Groans of Timothy Testy ..., 1. kötet

James Beresford - 1807 - 360 oldal
...the players but one, he having gone up twice, and you not once — losing all your three running. " Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial...quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wrecked on me ? Insatiate Archer ! * could not once suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice — and thrice...




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