The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 51,2. стр.C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... such ! B 3 65 70 Who Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT I. 5.
... such ! B 3 65 70 Who Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT I. 5.
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvelously mixt , Connexion exquifite of diftant worlds ! Diftinguifh'd link in ... such strange extremes! ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvelously mixt , Connexion exquifite of diftant worlds ! Diftinguifh'd link in ... such strange extremes! ...
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... Such is earth's melancholy map ! but , far In More fad this earth is a true map of man . So bounded are its haughty lord's delights To woe's wide empire ; where deep troubles tofs , Loud forrows howl , invenom'd passions bite , Ravenous ...
... Such is earth's melancholy map ! but , far In More fad this earth is a true map of man . So bounded are its haughty lord's delights To woe's wide empire ; where deep troubles tofs , Loud forrows howl , invenom'd passions bite , Ravenous ...
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... Such is her flumber ; and her vengeance such For flighted counfel ; fuch thy future peace ! And think ' thou ftill thou canst be wife too foon ? 270 275 289 But But why on Time fo lavifh is my fong ? 28 POEM S. YOUNG'S.
... Such is her flumber ; and her vengeance such For flighted counfel ; fuch thy future peace ! And think ' thou ftill thou canst be wife too foon ? 270 275 289 But But why on Time fo lavifh is my fong ? 28 POEM S. YOUNG'S.
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... , more than miracles we want ; Lorenzo - O for yesterdays to come ! Such is the language of the man awake ; His ardour fuch , for what oppreffes thee . 310 And And is his ardour vain , Lorenzo ? No That THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT II . 29 .
... , more than miracles we want ; Lorenzo - O for yesterdays to come ! Such is the language of the man awake ; His ardour fuch , for what oppreffes thee . 310 And And is his ardour vain , Lorenzo ? No That THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT II . 29 .
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æther againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe bleft blifs bluſh boaſt breaſt caufe cauſe chimæra dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity deſpair divine Doft dread duft duſt earth endleſs eternal ev'n facred fame fate feen fenfe fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope hour human illuftrious juft laſt 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 ſhade ſhall ſhare ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtill ſtream ſtrike ſtrong thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wretched
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Страница 62 - 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.
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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...
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