The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 52. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... man's mortality ; Though in a style more florid , full as plain , As mausoleums , pyramids , and tombs . What are our nobleft ornaments , but deaths Turn'd flatterers of life , in paint , or marble , The well - ftain'd canvas , or the ...
... man's mortality ; Though in a style more florid , full as plain , As mausoleums , pyramids , and tombs . What are our nobleft ornaments , but deaths Turn'd flatterers of life , in paint , or marble , The well - ftain'd canvas , or the ...
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... gave , And the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire ; Each element partakes our scatter'd spoils ; As nature , wide , our ruins fpread : man's death 75 80 85 90 95 100 Inhabits 105 . Inhabits all things , but the thought of YOUNG'S POEM S.
... gave , And the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire ; Each element partakes our scatter'd spoils ; As nature , wide , our ruins fpread : man's death 75 80 85 90 95 100 Inhabits 105 . Inhabits all things , but the thought of YOUNG'S POEM S.
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... man . Nor man alone ; his breathing buft expires , His tomb is mortal ; empires die : where , now , The Roman ? Greek ? They stalk , an empty name ! Yet few regard them in this useful light ; Though half our learning is their epitaph ...
... man . Nor man alone ; his breathing buft expires , His tomb is mortal ; empires die : where , now , The Roman ? Greek ? They stalk , an empty name ! Yet few regard them in this useful light ; Though half our learning is their epitaph ...
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... man ? The fate of nature ; as for man , her birth . Earth's actors change earth's tranfitory scenes , And make creation groan with human guilt . How muft it groan , in a new deluge whelm'd , But not of waters ! at the deftin'd hour , By ...
... man ? The fate of nature ; as for man , her birth . Earth's actors change earth's tranfitory scenes , And make creation groan with human guilt . How muft it groan , in a new deluge whelm'd , But not of waters ! at the deftin'd hour , By ...
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... man ! far other stars ! Stars animate , that govern these of fire ; 165 170 Far other fun ! -A fun , O how unlike The Babe at Bethlem ! how unlike the Man , That groan'd on Calvary ! -Yet He it is ; 175 180 That Man of forrows ! O how ...
... man ! far other stars ! Stars animate , that govern these of fire ; 165 170 Far other fun ! -A fun , O how unlike The Babe at Bethlem ! how unlike the Man , That groan'd on Calvary ! -Yet He it is ; 175 180 That Man of forrows ! O how ...
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Æther art thou beams beneath bleffing blifs boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's caufe cauſe Codrus courſe darkneſs death defcend diſtant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas fenfe fhall fhines fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul fpirits ftars ftill fublime fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juſt laſt lefs leſs Lorenzo man's mankind mighty mind moft moral moſt Mufe Muſe muſt nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrikes ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne Trade virtue Voltaire whofe wing wiſdom
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Page 37 - O that I could but reach the Tree of Life ! For Here it grows, unguarded from our tafte ; 1075 No Flaming S'word denies our entrance Here; Would man but gather, he might live for ever. Lorenzo ! much of Moral haft thou feen. Of curious arts art thou more fond ? Then mark The Mathematic glories of the fkies,
Page 4 - From human mould we reap our daily bread. The globe around earth's hollow furface makes, 95 'And is the cieling of her fleeping fons. O'er devaftation we blind revels keep; , Whole bury'd towns fupport the dancer's heel. The moift of human frame the
Page 73 - awake ! Thou, who fhalt wake, when the creation fleeps ; When, like a taper, all thefe funs expire; "When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath, Plucking the pillars that fupport the world, In Nature's ample ruins lies intomb'd ; - And Midnight, Univerfal Midnight! reigns. -END OF THE NIGHT-THOUGHTS.
Page 49 - and fets to view Worlds beyond number ; worlds conceal'd by day Behind the proud, and envious ftar of noon ! 1685 Canft thou not draw a deeper fcene ?—And fhew The Mighty Potentate, to whom belong Thefe rich regalia pompoufly difplay'd To kindle that high hope ? Like him of Uz, I gaze around; I fearch on
Page 10 - Intent on man, and anxious for his fate. Angels look out for thee; for thee, their Lord, To vindicate his glory; and for thee, Creation univerfal calls aloud, To dif-involve the moral world, and give 260 To nature's renovation brighter charms. Shall man alone, whofe fate,
Page 1 - NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST. THE CONSOLATION. CONTAINING, AMONG OTHER THINGS, I. A MORAL Survey of the NOCTURNAL Heavens. II. A NIGHT-ADDRESS to the DEITY. HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE.
Page 8 - Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our God in grandeur, and our world on fire ! All nature ftruggling in the pangs of death ! Doft thou not hear her ? Doft thou not deplore Her ftrong convulfions, and her final groan
Page 51 - Who built thus high for worms (mere worms to Him) O where, Lorenzo ! muft the Builder dwell ? Paufe, then ; and, for a moment, here refpire— If human thought can keep its ftation here. Where am I ?—Where is earth ?—Nay, where art Thou O fun ?—Is the fun turn'd reclufe ?—And are His boafted expeditions
Page 43 - To dijbelieve, through mere credulity!" If, in this chain, Lorenzo finds no flaw, Let it for ever bind him to belief, And where the link, in which a flaw he finds ? And, if a God there is, that God how great
Page 89 - To touch our paflions' fecret fprings Was his peculiar care ; And deep his happy genius div'd In bofoms of the fair; Nature, which favours to the few, All art beyond, imparts, To him prefented at his birth, The key of human hearts. But not to me by him bequeath'd His gentle,