The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 611790 |
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... praise ; At least , their own ; their future felves applaud ; 405 How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fates , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but ...
... praise ; At least , their own ; their future felves applaud ; 405 How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fates , to wisdom they confign ; The thing they can't but ...
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... praise ! Not to be thought on , but with tides of joy ! The mighty bafis of eternal blifs ! Where now the barren rock ? the painted fhrew ? · Where now , Lorenzo ! life's eternal round ? . Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain ...
... praise ! Not to be thought on , but with tides of joy ! The mighty bafis of eternal blifs ! Where now the barren rock ? the painted fhrew ? · Where now , Lorenzo ! life's eternal round ? . Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain ...
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... praise : A God all mercy , is a God unjust . Ye brainless wits ! ye baptiz'd infidels ! Ye worse for mending ! wafh'd to fouler stains ! The ranfom was paid down ; the fund of heaven , Heaven's inexhauftible , exhaufted fund , Amazing ...
... praise : A God all mercy , is a God unjust . Ye brainless wits ! ye baptiz'd infidels ! Ye worse for mending ! wafh'd to fouler stains ! The ranfom was paid down ; the fund of heaven , Heaven's inexhauftible , exhaufted fund , Amazing ...
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... praise ! . Praife ! flow for ever ( if aftonishment 335 Will give thee leave ) : my praife ! for ever flow ; 340 Praife ardent , cordial , conftant , to high heaven More fragrant , than Arabia facrific'd , And all her spicy mountains in ...
... praise ! . Praife ! flow for ever ( if aftonishment 335 Will give thee leave ) : my praife ! for ever flow ; 340 Praife ardent , cordial , conftant , to high heaven More fragrant , than Arabia facrific'd , And all her spicy mountains in ...
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... praise the perquifite of every paw , 350 Though black as hell , that grapples well for gold ? Oh love of gold ! thou meaneft of amours ! Shall praise her odours waste on virtue's dead , Embalm the bafe , perfume the stench of guilt ...
... praise the perquifite of every paw , 350 Though black as hell , that grapples well for gold ? Oh love of gold ! thou meaneft of amours ! Shall praise her odours waste on virtue's dead , Embalm the bafe , perfume the stench of guilt ...
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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.