The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, 2. kötetJ. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 oldal |
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... thought Alonzo moft your friend ; And that he loft the master in that name . ZANGA . great man Hear then : " Tis twice three years fince that ( Great let me call him , for he conquer'd me ) Made me the captive of his arm in fight : He ...
... thought Alonzo moft your friend ; And that he loft the master in that name . ZANGA . great man Hear then : " Tis twice three years fince that ( Great let me call him , for he conquer'd me ) Made me the captive of his arm in fight : He ...
7. oldal
... thought ! and like a second blow ! Affronts are innocent , where men are worthless ; And fuch alone can wifely drop revenge . ISABELLA . But with more temper , Zanga , tell your story : To fee your ftrong emotions ftartles me . ZANGA ...
... thought ! and like a second blow ! Affronts are innocent , where men are worthless ; And fuch alone can wifely drop revenge . ISABELLA . But with more temper , Zanga , tell your story : To fee your ftrong emotions ftartles me . ZANGA ...
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... thought of distance in thee : I rife in virtues to come nearer thee : I with Don Carlos in my eye ; conquer And thus I claim my victory's reward . CARLOS . [ Embracing him . A victory indeed ! Your godlike arm Has made one spot the ...
... thought of distance in thee : I rife in virtues to come nearer thee : I with Don Carlos in my eye ; conquer And thus I claim my victory's reward . CARLOS . [ Embracing him . A victory indeed ! Your godlike arm Has made one spot the ...
14. oldal
... thoughts , for him . What did I do ? I lov'd myself . Indeed , One thing there is might leffen my offence ( If fuch offence admits of being leffen'd ) ; I thought him dead ; for ( by what fate I know not ) His letters never reach'd me ...
... thoughts , for him . What did I do ? I lov'd myself . Indeed , One thing there is might leffen my offence ( If fuch offence admits of being leffen'd ) ; I thought him dead ; for ( by what fate I know not ) His letters never reach'd me ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 1 of 3 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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Afide againſt ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS art thou aſk Becauſe bleft blifs bliſs blood bofom breaſt brother cauſe dæmon darkneſs death DEMETRIUS deſpair divine doft Don Carlos dreadful duft DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fame fate father fhall figh fight fince firſt fmiles foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrike fuch fure give glory gods grave groan guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf immortal juft KING laſt lefs LEONORA loft lord LORENZO Macedon moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature nature's ne'er night o'er paffion pain peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon rife Rome ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand Thrace thro throne tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
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204. oldal - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
203. oldal - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
193. 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.
219. oldal - That common, but opprobrious lot ! past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, If folly bounds our prospect by the grave...
204. oldal - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
193. oldal - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
215. oldal - Like num'rous wings around him, as he flies : Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape His ample pinions, swift as darted flame, To gain his goal, to reach his ancient...
241. 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...
203. 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 applauds.
252. 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.