The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 611790 |
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... hand of charity ! 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modifh vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo ...
... hand of charity ! 260 To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modifh vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo ...
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... hands is folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fates , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they poftpone ; ' Tis not in folly , not to scorn a fool ; 410 And scarce in human wisdom , to do more . All promife is poor ...
... hands is folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fates , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they poftpone ; ' Tis not in folly , not to scorn a fool ; 410 And scarce in human wisdom , to do more . All promife is poor ...
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... hand arrest , No compofition fets the prifoner free . Eternity's inexorable chain . Fast binds ; and vengeance claims the full arrear . How late I fhudder'd on the brink ! how late Life call'd for her laft refuge in despair ! That Time ...
... hand arrest , No compofition fets the prifoner free . Eternity's inexorable chain . Fast binds ; and vengeance claims the full arrear . How late I fhudder'd on the brink ! how late Life call'd for her laft refuge in despair ! That Time ...
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... hand ! it merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it , angels ever There ; There , on a post of honour , and of joy . Dare I prefume , then ? but Philander bids ; And glory tempts , and inclination calls- Yet am I ftruck ; as ftruck the ...
... hand ! it merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it , angels ever There ; There , on a post of honour , and of joy . Dare I prefume , then ? but Philander bids ; And glory tempts , and inclination calls- Yet am I ftruck ; as ftruck the ...
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... hand , Which often cropt your odours , incense meet To thought fo pure ! Ye lovely fugitives ! Coeval race with man ! for man you fmile ; 1309 Why nor fmile at him too ? You fhare indeed His fudden pafs ; but not his constant pain . So ...
... hand , Which often cropt your odours , incense meet To thought fo pure ! Ye lovely fugitives ! Coeval race with man ! for man you fmile ; 1309 Why nor fmile at him too ? You fhare indeed His fudden pafs ; but not his constant pain . So ...
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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.