The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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ambition angels Anne Wharton art thou beam beneath bids bleeds bless'd bliss blood divine boundless Busiris call'd dark dead death Deity divine Dorset Downs dread dreams Duke of Wharton dust e'en earth Edward Young endless eternal fair fame fate fear fire flame folly fond fool friendship future genius give glorious glory grave grief guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious infidel labour life's light live Lorenzo Lyric Poetry man's mankind mortal Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry praise pride proud Reason Reason sleeps rich rise sacred says scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile song soul immortal stars strange thee theme thine throne tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wanted wing wing wisdom wise wish wretched Young
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Pàgina 74 - And that through every stage ; when young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Pàgina 63 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man...
Pàgina 87 - 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.
Pàgina 137 - Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.
Pàgina 64 - 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.
Pàgina 66 - Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Pàgina 65 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed?
Pàgina 11 - It tells her, that his only title to the great honour he now does himself is the obligation which he formerly received from her royal indulgence. 'Of this obligation nothing is now known, unless he alluded to her being his godmother. He is said indeed to have been engaged at a settled stipend as a writer for the court. In Swift's Rhapsody on Poetry...
Pàgina 66 - Where time, and pain, and chance, and death, expire! 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.
Pàgina 61 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.