The British Poets, 1. kötetLittle, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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x. oldal
... sense . So that his genius , having no guide , was perpetually liable to degenerate into bombast . This made him pass a foolish youth , the sport of peers and poets ; but his having a very good heart , enabled him to support the ...
... sense . So that his genius , having no guide , was perpetually liable to degenerate into bombast . This made him pass a foolish youth , the sport of peers and poets ; but his having a very good heart , enabled him to support the ...
xxvii. oldal
... Pope could mean by saying , that though Young was a man of genius , yet that he wanted common sense . Warton , Essay on Pope , vol . ii . p . 148 . My breast , O Walpole , glows with grateful fire LIFE OF YOUNG . xxvii.
... Pope could mean by saying , that though Young was a man of genius , yet that he wanted common sense . Warton , Essay on Pope , vol . ii . p . 148 . My breast , O Walpole , glows with grateful fire LIFE OF YOUNG . xxvii.
lxv. oldal
... sense , improved by reading , and was always treated by the Doctor and his guests , even those of the highest rank , with the politeness and respect due to a gentlewoman . The legacy that he be- queathed to her , was not more than might ...
... sense , improved by reading , and was always treated by the Doctor and his guests , even those of the highest rank , with the politeness and respect due to a gentlewoman . The legacy that he be- queathed to her , was not more than might ...
27. oldal
... , and notions , fram'd in foreign looms ! Lorenzos of our age ! who deem One moment unamus'd , a misery 0 ye Not made for feeble man ! who call aloud For ev'ry bawble drivel'd o'er by sense ; For rattles NIGHT II . 27.
... , and notions , fram'd in foreign looms ! Lorenzos of our age ! who deem One moment unamus'd , a misery 0 ye Not made for feeble man ! who call aloud For ev'ry bawble drivel'd o'er by sense ; For rattles NIGHT II . 27.
28. oldal
For ev'ry bawble drivel'd o'er by sense ; For rattles , and conceits of ev'ry cast , For change of follies , and relays of joy , To drag your patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day say , sages ! say , Wit's oracles ...
For ev'ry bawble drivel'd o'er by sense ; For rattles , and conceits of ev'ry cast , For change of follies , and relays of joy , To drag your patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day say , sages ! say , Wit's oracles ...
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ambition angels Anne Wharton archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven Herbert Croft hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace Philander pleasure poem praise pride proud reason rise sacred says scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars Young
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32. oldal - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
278. oldal - And fated to survive the transient sun ! By mortals, and immortals, seen with awe ! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone, thy waist ; clouds, in heaven's loom Wrought through varieties of shape and shade, In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form ; and, heaven throughout, Voluminously pour thy pompous train.
62. oldal - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
23. oldal - Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
xiv. oldal - Whence Gay was banish'd in disgrace, Where Pope will never show his face, Where Y must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
17. 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...
266. oldal - Heav'n opens in their bosoms : But, how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone...
5. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
lix. oldal - Young should turn away a clergyman's widow, who lived with him, and who, having acquired great influence over the father, was saucy to the son. Dr. Johnson said, she could not conceal her resentment at him, for saying to Young, that "an old man should not resign himself to the management of any body.
309. oldal - Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise ; I'm still quite out at sea ; nor see the shore. Whence earth and these bright orbs ? Eternal too ? Grant matter was eternal ; still these orbs Would want some other father ; — much design Is seen in all their motions, all their makes ; Design, implies intelligence, and art ; That can't be from themselves — or man; that art Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow, And nothing greater yet allowed than man.