The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Volumen2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... fair Leonora long before The chance of battle gave me to the Moors , From whom so late Alonzo set me free ; And while I groan'd in bondage , I deputed This great Alonzo , whom her father honours , To be my gentle advocate in love , To ...
... fair Leonora long before The chance of battle gave me to the Moors , From whom so late Alonzo set me free ; And while I groan'd in bondage , I deputed This great Alonzo , whom her father honours , To be my gentle advocate in love , To ...
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... fair Leonora : How I love her ! Yet still I find ( I know not how it is ) Another heart , another soul , for thee : Thy friendship warms , it raises , it transports Like music ; pure the joy without allay ; Whose very rapture is ...
... fair Leonora : How I love her ! Yet still I find ( I know not how it is ) Another heart , another soul , for thee : Thy friendship warms , it raises , it transports Like music ; pure the joy without allay ; Whose very rapture is ...
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... fair Leonora ALONZO . pass this way ? ZANGA . She will , my lord ; and soon . ALONZO . Come near me , Zanga ; For I dare open all my heart to thee . Never was such a day of triumph known ! There's not a wounded captive in my train ...
... fair Leonora ALONZO . pass this way ? ZANGA . She will , my lord ; and soon . ALONZO . Come near me , Zanga ; For I dare open all my heart to thee . Never was such a day of triumph known ! There's not a wounded captive in my train ...
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... fair himself , Will take some comfort from Alonzo's fortune . ALONZO . Alas ! thou little know'st the force of love ; Love reigns a sultan with unrivall'd sway , Puts all relations , friendship's self to death , If once he's jealous of ...
... fair himself , Will take some comfort from Alonzo's fortune . ALONZO . Alas ! thou little know'st the force of love ; Love reigns a sultan with unrivall'd sway , Puts all relations , friendship's self to death , If once he's jealous of ...
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... fair Το age and illness , because set in gold ? I'll to Don Carlos , if my heart will let me : I have not seen him since his sore affliction ; But shunn'd it , as too terrible to bear : How shall I bear it now ? I'm struck already ...
... fair Το age and illness , because set in gold ? I'll to Don Carlos , if my heart will let me : I have not seen him since his sore affliction ; But shunn'd it , as too terrible to bear : How shall I bear it now ? I'm struck already ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Página 214 - 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.
Página 232 - 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. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Página 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Página 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Página 206 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Página 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Página 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Página 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Página 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Página 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.