The British Poets, Volumen1Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... Fates of kingdoms foretell ! How to battle , to battle , sick of feminine art , How to battle , to conquest , to glory we dart . In 1741 , after a marriage of ten years , Young was deprived of his wife ; a daughter whom she had by her ...
... Fates of kingdoms foretell ! How to battle , to battle , sick of feminine art , How to battle , to conquest , to glory we dart . In 1741 , after a marriage of ten years , Young was deprived of his wife ; a daughter whom she had by her ...
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... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ...
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ...
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... fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
... fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
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... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single ...
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single ...
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... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind . That , nature's first , last lesson to mankind ; The selfish heart deserves the pain ...
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind . That , nature's first , last lesson to mankind ; The selfish heart deserves the pain ...
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ambition angels Anne Wharton archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven Herbert Croft hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace Philander pleasure poem praise pride proud reason rise sacred says scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars Young
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Página 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.
Página 278 - And fated to survive the transient sun ! By mortals, and immortals, seen with awe ! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone, thy waist ; clouds, in heaven's loom Wrought through varieties of shape and shade, In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form ; and, heaven throughout, Voluminously pour thy pompous train.
Página 62 - 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.
Página 23 - Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Página xiv - Whence Gay was banish'd in disgrace, Where Pope will never show his face, Where Y must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
Página 17 - All pay themselves the compliment to think, They, one day, shall not drivel ; and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Página 266 - Heav'n opens in their bosoms : But, how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone...
Página 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, 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 It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
Página lix - Young should turn away a clergyman's widow, who lived with him, and who, having acquired great influence over the father, was saucy to the son. Dr. Johnson said, she could not conceal her resentment at him, for saying to Young, that "an old man should not resign himself to the management of any body.
Página 309 - Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise ; I'm still quite out at sea ; nor see the shore. Whence earth and these bright orbs ? Eternal too ? Grant matter was eternal ; still these orbs Would want some other father ; — much design Is seen in all their motions, all their makes ; Design, implies intelligence, and art ; That can't be from themselves — or man; that art Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow, And nothing greater yet allowed than man.