Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: Vis. Essay on ManE. Newbery, 1796 - 220 páginas |
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... dead ; Alike or when , or where , they fhone , or fhine , Or on the Rubicon , or on the Rhine , A wit's a feather , and a chief a rod ; An honeft Man's the noble work of God . Fame but from death a villain's name can fave , As Juftice ...
... dead ; Alike or when , or where , they fhone , or fhine , Or on the Rubicon , or on the Rhine , A wit's a feather , and a chief a rod ; An honeft Man's the noble work of God . Fame but from death a villain's name can fave , As Juftice ...
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... dead . The folemn edifice was wrapt around In midnight darkness , and in peace profound : A folitary lamp , with languid light , Serv'd not to chafe , but to difclofe the night ; Serv'd to disclose ( the fource of all her pains ) The ...
... dead . The folemn edifice was wrapt around In midnight darkness , and in peace profound : A folitary lamp , with languid light , Serv'd not to chafe , but to difclofe the night ; Serv'd to disclose ( the fource of all her pains ) The ...
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... dead ; No youth , devoted to religion's pow'r , · < 4 6 Implores thy pity at this awful hour . ' The guilty fecret — I'll at length unfold— In me- ( forgive ) a woman you behold . Ah fly me not , let mercy now prevail , And deign to ...
... dead ; No youth , devoted to religion's pow'r , · < 4 6 Implores thy pity at this awful hour . ' The guilty fecret — I'll at length unfold— In me- ( forgive ) a woman you behold . Ah fly me not , let mercy now prevail , And deign to ...
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... dead require , for him implore . Let peace , let joy ( I said ) , his spirit join , Nor joy , nor peace , muft e'er encircle mine . Lamented youth ! too tenderly allied , ' In vain you fled me , and in vain you died ; Still to your ...
... dead require , for him implore . Let peace , let joy ( I said ) , his spirit join , Nor joy , nor peace , muft e'er encircle mine . Lamented youth ! too tenderly allied , ' In vain you fled me , and in vain you died ; Still to your ...
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... dead . " Tis well - for what can added life bestow , But days returning ftill with added woe . Say , have I not fecluded from my fight The lovely object of my past delight ? Ah , had I too dethron'd her from my mind , When here the holy ...
... dead . " Tis well - for what can added life bestow , But days returning ftill with added woe . Say , have I not fecluded from my fight The lovely object of my past delight ? Ah , had I too dethron'd her from my mind , When here the holy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 139 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 137 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 17 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Página 17 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Página 137 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 138 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 16 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 14 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.
Página 6 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 32 - Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...