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... Pleasure , like Quick - Silver , is bright and coy ; We strive to grasp it with our utmost Skill , Still it eludes us , and it glitters still : If feiz'd at last , compute your mighty Gains , What is it but rank Poison in your Veins ...
... Pleasure , like Quick - Silver , is bright and coy ; We strive to grasp it with our utmost Skill , Still it eludes us , and it glitters still : If feiz'd at last , compute your mighty Gains , What is it but rank Poison in your Veins ...
Page 84
... Pleasure of this Vice ? Senfual Pleasure in it there can be none , because it is not founded in the Tem per of the Body : A Man may be naturally prone to Anger or Luft ; but no Man I think is born with a fwearing Constitution . And ...
... Pleasure of this Vice ? Senfual Pleasure in it there can be none , because it is not founded in the Tem per of the Body : A Man may be naturally prone to Anger or Luft ; but no Man I think is born with a fwearing Constitution . And ...
Page 88
... Pleasure of all the Animal Creation : All that we see above us , and all beneath us , is fuited to our Nourishment or to our Delight . What is more neceffary for the Support of Life , than Food ? Behold the Earth is cover'd with it all ...
... Pleasure of all the Animal Creation : All that we see above us , and all beneath us , is fuited to our Nourishment or to our Delight . What is more neceffary for the Support of Life , than Food ? Behold the Earth is cover'd with it all ...
Page 106
... Pleasure as in her moft gay and delightful ones . By this Means I can improve myfelf with thofe Objects which others confider with Terror . When I look upon the Tombs of the Great , every Emotion of Envy dies in me ; when I read the ...
... Pleasure as in her moft gay and delightful ones . By this Means I can improve myfelf with thofe Objects which others confider with Terror . When I look upon the Tombs of the Great , every Emotion of Envy dies in me ; when I read the ...
Page 113
... Pleasure do the Sons of Sloth lofe ? Lit- tle , ah ! little is the Sluggard sensible how delicious an Entertainment he foregoes , for one of the pooreft of all animal Gratifications . Is it the Surmife of Imagination , or do the Skies ...
... Pleasure do the Sons of Sloth lofe ? Lit- tle , ah ! little is the Sluggard sensible how delicious an Entertainment he foregoes , for one of the pooreft of all animal Gratifications . Is it the Surmife of Imagination , or do the Skies ...
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Page 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Page 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
Page 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Page 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.