Bell's Edition, 87-88. kötetJ. Bell, 1796 |
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16. oldal
... past , With pious horror view'd the desert waste ; The restless smoke still wav'd its curls around , For ever rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ...
... past , With pious horror view'd the desert waste ; The restless smoke still wav'd its curls around , For ever rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ...
24. oldal
... 'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm cann't snatch me from the grave : Legions of angels cann't confine me there . 90 H ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof 24 THE COMPLAINT .
... 'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm cann't snatch me from the grave : Legions of angels cann't confine me there . 90 H ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof 24 THE COMPLAINT .
25. oldal
John Bell. ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof . While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What tho ' my soul fantastick measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods or down the ...
John Bell. ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof . While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What tho ' my soul fantastick measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods or down the ...
29. oldal
... past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely strays , And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys , a num'rous train ! . 220 225 230 I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet C iij NIGHT THE FIRST . 29.
... past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely strays , And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys , a num'rous train ! . 220 225 230 I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet C iij NIGHT THE FIRST . 29.
33. oldal
... past prosperity , To sting thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo ! Fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances while the Syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure thy ...
... past prosperity , To sting thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo ! Fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances while the Syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure thy ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
æther ambition angels ardour art thou beneath bids bless'd bliss boast boundless bright call'd cann't charms Corduba creation dæmons daring song dark death Deity delight divine dost dread dust e'er earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fall fantastick fate fire flames flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt guilty song happiness heav'n hope hour illustrious immortal inspir'd learn'd life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind miracles mortal Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passion peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud reason rise scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul sphere stars strange strike sublime terrour thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth Tusculum virtue Virtue's wake the world wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye Stars
Népszerű szakaszok
12. oldal - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
54. oldal - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
12. oldal - 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! O what a miracle to man is man!
48. oldal - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
72. oldal - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril : Here on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms, And meditate on scenes more silent still, Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
68. oldal - ... Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
12. oldal - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, 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!
16. oldal - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight! Full above measure! lasting beyond bound! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss. Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end. That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
154. oldal - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
22. oldal - 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...