The poetical works of ... E. Young. With the life of the author. Cooke's ed, Volume 2

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Página 8 - Say then, my muse, whom dismal scenes delight, Frequent at tombs, and in the realms of night ; Say, melancholy maid, if bold to dare The...
Página 15 - Such, in this day of horrors, shall be seen To face the thunders with a godlike mien ; The planets drop, their thoughts are fixt above ; The centre shakes, their hearts disdain to move...
Página 36 - It aids the dancer's heel, the writer's head, And heaps the plain with mountains of the dead ; Nor ends with life ; but nods in sable plumes, Adorns our hearse, and flatters on our tombs.
Página 206 - Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze ; To paw the vale he proudly takes delight, And triumphs in the fulness of his might ; High rais'd he snuffs the battle from afar, And burns to plunge amid the raging war ; And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, And in a storm of fury shakes the ground.
Página 38 - Men should press forward in fame's glorious chase ; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. Let high birth triumph ! What can be more great ? Nothing — but merit in a low estate.
Página 22 - O how divine ! to tread the milky way, To the bright palace of the lord of day ; His court admire, or for his favour sue, Or leagues of friendship with his saints renew...
Página 37 - Some go to church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went : One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the gods, but would have mortals hear ; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their religion has been one.
Página 19 - A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright, Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light: Night shades the solemn arches of his brows, And in his cheek the purple morning glows.
Página 88 - Who marry to be free, to range the more, And wed one man, to wanton with a score.
Página 91 - Methinks, we need not our short being shun, And, thought to fly, contend to be undone. We need not buy our ruin with our crime, And give eternity to murder time.

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