The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 51,2. стр.H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our profpect by the grave , ; 335 All feeling of futurity benumb'd ; All god - like paffion for eternals quencht ; 340 All relish of realities expir'd ; Renounc'd all correspondence ...
... guilt , yet wound us by their flight , If folly bounds our profpect by the grave , ; 335 All feeling of futurity benumb'd ; All god - like paffion for eternals quencht ; 340 All relish of realities expir'd ; Renounc'd all correspondence ...
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... guilt ? What guilt Can equal violations of the dead ? The dead how facred ! Sacred is the duft Of this heaven - labour'd form , erect , divine ! 180 185 190 VOL . II . E This This heaven - affum'd majestic robe of earth , He THE ...
... guilt ? What guilt Can equal violations of the dead ? The dead how facred ! Sacred is the duft Of this heaven - labour'd form , erect , divine ! 180 185 190 VOL . II . E This This heaven - affum'd majestic robe of earth , He THE ...
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... guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud , To damp our brainless ardors ; and abate That glare of life , which often blinds the wife . Our dying friends are pioneers , to smooth Our rugged pafs to death ; to break those bars ...
... guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud , To damp our brainless ardors ; and abate That glare of life , which often blinds the wife . Our dying friends are pioneers , to smooth Our rugged pafs to death ; to break those bars ...
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... guilt interpofes , labouring earth , O'erfhadow'd , mourns a deep eclipse of joy ; Her joys , at brightest , pallid , to that font Of full effulgent glory , whence they flow . Nor is that glory distant : Oh Lorenzo ! A good man , and an ...
... guilt interpofes , labouring earth , O'erfhadow'd , mourns a deep eclipse of joy ; Her joys , at brightest , pallid , to that font Of full effulgent glory , whence they flow . Nor is that glory distant : Oh Lorenzo ! A good man , and an ...
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... ; Nor on his fubtle death - bed plann'd his scheme For future vacancies in church or state ; Some avocation deeming it - to die , VOL . II . F 105 Unbit Unbit by rage canine of dying rich ; Guilt's blunder THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IV . 65.
... ; Nor on his fubtle death - bed plann'd his scheme For future vacancies in church or state ; Some avocation deeming it - to die , VOL . II . F 105 Unbit Unbit by rage canine of dying rich ; Guilt's blunder THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IV . 65.
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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 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 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 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 146 - Its tenure sure ; its income is divine. High-built abundance, heap on heap ! for what ? To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; Then, make a richer scramble for the throng...
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.
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.
Страница 5 - The bell strikes One. 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 1 feel the solemn sound.
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 52 - 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...
Страница 80 - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.