Bell's Edition, Volúmenes87-88J. Bell, 1796 |
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John Bell. 25 So could I touch these themes as might obtain Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite disengag'd . The good deed would delight me ; half impress'd 20 On my dark cloud an iris , and from grief Call glory .--- Dost thou mourn ...
John Bell. 25 So could I touch these themes as might obtain Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite disengag'd . The good deed would delight me ; half impress'd 20 On my dark cloud an iris , and from grief Call glory .--- Dost thou mourn ...
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... theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself . Each night we die ; Each morn are born anew : each day a life ! And shall we kill each day ? If trifling kills , Sure vice must butcher . O what heaps of slain Cry out for ...
... theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself . Each night we die ; Each morn are born anew : each day a life ! And shall we kill each day ? If trifling kills , Sure vice must butcher . O what heaps of slain Cry out for ...
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... themes , Glorious survivor of old Time and Death ! From friendship , thus , that flow'r of heav'nly seed , The wise extract earth's most Hyblean bliss , 536 Superior Wisdom , crown'd with smilingjoy . But for whom blossoms this Elysian ...
... themes , Glorious survivor of old Time and Death ! From friendship , thus , that flow'r of heav'nly seed , The wise extract earth's most Hyblean bliss , 536 Superior Wisdom , crown'd with smilingjoy . But for whom blossoms this Elysian ...
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... theme ) I shew thee friendship , delicate as dear , Of tender violations apt to die ? Reserve will wound it , and distrust destroy , Deliberate on all things with thy friend : But since friends grow not thick on ev'ry bough , Nor ev'ry ...
... theme ) I shew thee friendship , delicate as dear , Of tender violations apt to die ? Reserve will wound it , and distrust destroy , Deliberate on all things with thy friend : But since friends grow not thick on ev'ry bough , Nor ev'ry ...
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... theme intoxicates my song ? Am I too warm ? Too warm I cannot be . I lov'd him much , but now I love him more . 590 Like birds , whose beauties languish , half - conceal'd , Till , mounted on the wing , their glossy plumes Expanded ...
... theme intoxicates my song ? Am I too warm ? Too warm I cannot be . I lov'd him much , but now I love him more . 590 Like birds , whose beauties languish , half - conceal'd , Till , mounted on the wing , their glossy plumes Expanded ...
Términos y frases comunes
æther ambition angels ardour art thou beneath bids bless'd bliss boast boundless bright call'd cann't charms Corduba creation dæmons daring song dark death Deity delight divine dost dread dust e'er earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fall fantastick fate fire flames flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt guilty song happiness heav'n hope hour illustrious immortal inspir'd learn'd life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind miracles mortal Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passion peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud reason rise scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul sphere stars strange strike sublime terrour thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth Tusculum virtue Virtue's wake the world wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye Stars
Pasajes populares
Página 12 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Página 54 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
Página 12 - A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels! O what a miracle to man is man!
Página 48 - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
Página 72 - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril : Here on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms, And meditate on scenes more silent still, Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
Página 68 - ... Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Página 12 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A. worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost!
Página 16 - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight! Full above measure! lasting beyond bound! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss. Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end. That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
Página 154 - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
Página 22 - For ever on the brink of being born : 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...