The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 51. kötet,2. oldalH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Fortune fmiles ; the wretched he forfakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe , And lights on lids unfullied with a tear . From fhort ( as usual ) and disturb'd repose , I wake : How happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were ...
... Fortune fmiles ; the wretched he forfakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe , And lights on lids unfullied with a tear . From fhort ( as usual ) and disturb'd repose , I wake : How happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were ...
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... fortunes fmile , Precarious courtesy ! not virtue's fure , Self - given , folar ray of found delight . 220 In every vary'd pofture , place , and hour , In 10 YOUNG'S POEMS . And rarely for the better; or the best, ...
... fortunes fmile , Precarious courtesy ! not virtue's fure , Self - given , folar ray of found delight . 220 In every vary'd pofture , place , and hour , In 10 YOUNG'S POEMS . And rarely for the better; or the best, ...
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... fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! 255 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modish vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give ...
... fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! 255 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modish vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give ...
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... fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure thy joys . Think not that fear is facred to the ftorm : Stand on thy guard ...
... fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure thy joys . Think not that fear is facred to the ftorm : Stand on thy guard ...
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... fenfual man , because untouch'd , unfeen , He looks on Time as nothing . Nothing elfe Is truly man's ; ' tis fortune's - Time ' s a god . 190 Haft Haft thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT II . 25.
... fenfual man , because untouch'd , unfeen , He looks on Time as nothing . Nothing elfe Is truly man's ; ' tis fortune's - Time ' s a god . 190 Haft Haft thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT II . 25.
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40. oldal - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
5. oldal - 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.
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.
146. oldal - Its tenure sure ; its income is divine. High-built abundance, heap on heap ! for what ? To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; Then, make a richer scramble for the throng...
249. oldal - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
62. oldal - Death's tremendous blow. 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. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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 1 feel the solemn sound.
4. 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...
52. oldal - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
80. oldal - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.