The Poetical Works of Edward Young: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for John Sharpe, 1808 |
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... Pow'r who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill , Emblem of that which shall awake the dead , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude ? And fortitude abandon'd , where is ...
... Pow'r who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill , Emblem of that which shall awake the dead , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude ? And fortitude abandon'd , where is ...
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... ; This the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immense revenue ! every moment pays . If nothing more than purpose in thy pow'r , Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed . Who NIGHT THE SECOND . ▾ 25.
... ; This the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immense revenue ! every moment pays . If nothing more than purpose in thy pow'r , Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed . Who NIGHT THE SECOND . ▾ 25.
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... pow'r ! To Vice confusion , and to Virtue peace . Whatever farce the boastful hero plays , Virtue alone has majesty in death , And greater still , the more the tyrant frowns . Philander ! he severely frown'd on thee . ' No warning giv'n ...
... pow'r ! To Vice confusion , and to Virtue peace . Whatever farce the boastful hero plays , Virtue alone has majesty in death , And greater still , the more the tyrant frowns . Philander ! he severely frown'd on thee . ' No warning giv'n ...
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... Pow'r Who gives the tongue to sound , the thought to soar , The soul to be . Men homage pay to men , Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow , In mutual awe profound , of clay to clay , Of guilt to guilt , and turn their backs ...
... Pow'r Who gives the tongue to sound , the thought to soar , The soul to be . Men homage pay to men , Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow , In mutual awe profound , of clay to clay , Of guilt to guilt , and turn their backs ...
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... pow'r , Who , studious of our peace , dost turn the thought From vain and vile to solid and sublime ! Unseen thou lead'st me to delicious draughts Of inspiration , from a purer stream , And fuller of the God , than that which burst From ...
... pow'r , Who , studious of our peace , dost turn the thought From vain and vile to solid and sublime ! Unseen thou lead'st me to delicious draughts Of inspiration , from a purer stream , And fuller of the God , than that which burst From ...
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ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd canst charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth endless eternal ethereal Ev'n fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart Heav'n Heaven's hope hour human illustrious infidel Leather Lane life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nobler nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passions peace Philander pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense seraphs shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange sublunary thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye Stars
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Página 13 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule ; 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 From real life ; but little more remote Is he, not yet a candidate for light, The future embryo, slumbering in his sire. Embryos we must be till we burst the shell, Yon ambient azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods, 0 transport ! and of man.
Página 10 - Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve, (That column of true majesty in man...
Página 51 - Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; Passions of prouder name befriend us less. Joy has her tears, and transport has her death : Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits and serenes, Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys...
Página 9 - 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.
Página 79 - Can prayer, can praise avert it ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time! bliss through eternity ! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise! Or fathom thy profound of love to man ; To man of men the meanest, ev'n to me ! My sacrifice ! my God ! what things are these'!
Página 54 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die: And shall they languish, shall they die, in vain?
Página 26 - Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Página 21 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, That all men are about to live, 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 applauds.
Página 11 - 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 ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Página 109 - Each moment on the former shuts the grave, While man is growing, life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun ; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.