The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 611790 |
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... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How paffing wonder He , who made ...
... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How paffing wonder He , who made ...
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... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . 75 80 85 90 95 ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things ...
... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . 75 80 85 90 95 ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things ...
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... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon clofe ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing , no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; VOL . LXI . C So So dies in human ...
... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon clofe ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing , no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; VOL . LXI . C So So dies in human ...
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... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; 125 How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leisure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; 125 How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leisure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
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... Dread Sire , on emanation bent , And big with nature , rising in his might , Call'd forth creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead ftreaming through a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From ...
... Dread Sire , on emanation bent , And big with nature , rising in his might , Call'd forth creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead ftreaming through a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From ...
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æther againſt ambition angels art thou aſk Becauſe bleffings bleft blifs bliſs bluſh boundleſs cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n facred fafe fame fate fenfe fhall fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftill ftrange fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft lefs life's loft Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Narciffa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſcheme ſenſe ſhades ſhall ſhines ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſtars ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth vaft virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wretched
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Страница 16 - 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.
Страница 40 - 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.
Страница 32 - 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.
Страница 4 - 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...
Страница 5 - 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.
Страница 20 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Страница 3 - From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
Страница 29 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school, To teach her sons herself.
Страница 5 - 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...
Страница 249 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.