The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volumen621790 |
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... Lorenzo ! fairly weigh ; And tell me , haft thou cause to triumph ftill ? 30 I think , thou wilt forbear a boast fo bold . But if , beneath the favour of mistake , Thy finile's fincere ; not more fincere can be Lorenzo's fmile , than my ...
... Lorenzo ! fairly weigh ; And tell me , haft thou cause to triumph ftill ? 30 I think , thou wilt forbear a boast fo bold . But if , beneath the favour of mistake , Thy finile's fincere ; not more fincere can be Lorenzo's fmile , than my ...
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... Lorenzo's heart . No joy , no glory , glitters in thy fight , But , through the thin partition of an hour , I see its fables wove by destiny ; And that in forrow bury'd ; this , in fhame ; While howling furies ring the doleful knell ...
... Lorenzo's heart . No joy , no glory , glitters in thy fight , But , through the thin partition of an hour , I see its fables wove by destiny ; And that in forrow bury'd ; this , in fhame ; While howling furies ring the doleful knell ...
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... Lorenzo ! fuch the glories of the world ! What is the world itself ? Thy world Where is the duft that has not been alive ? The fpade , the plough , disturb our ancestors ; From human mould we reap our daily bread . The globe around ...
... Lorenzo ! fuch the glories of the world ! What is the world itself ? Thy world Where is the duft that has not been alive ? The fpade , the plough , disturb our ancestors ; From human mould we reap our daily bread . The globe around ...
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... Lorenzo ! far the rest above , Of ghaftly nature , and enormous size , One form affaults my fight , and chills my blood , And shakes my frame . Of one departed world I fee the mighty shadow : oozy wreath And difmal fea - weed crown her ...
... Lorenzo ! far the rest above , Of ghaftly nature , and enormous size , One form affaults my fight , and chills my blood , And shakes my frame . Of one departed world I fee the mighty shadow : oozy wreath And difmal fea - weed crown her ...
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... Lorenzo ! what depends on 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 ...
... Lorenzo ! what depends on 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 ...
Términos y frases comunes
Æther art thou beams beneath blefs bleft blifs boaft boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh cauſe Codrus Dæmons darkneſs death defcend diftant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas feen fenfe fhall fhine fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul ftand ftars ftill ftreams ftrikes fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juft lefs leſs Lorenzo luftre man's mankind mighty moft mortal moſt Mufe muft muſt nature's ne'er night numbers o'er paffion pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon refign'd Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhould ſkies ſkill ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſpread ſtars ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thunder Trade virtue Voltaire whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh
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Página 50 - Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly ? Has matter innate motion ! Then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust.
Página 5 - Nor man alone ; his breathing bust 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.
Página 12 - Deep driving every bolt, on both their fates : Then, from the crystal battlements of heaven, Down, down she hurls it through the dark profound, Ten thousand thousand...
Página 29 - Of human thought? The more of wonderful Is heard in Him, the more we should assent. Could we conceive him, God he could not be ; Or he not God, or we could not be men. A God alone can comprehend a God : Man's distance how immense ! On such a theme, Know this, Lorenzo!
Página 45 - O ye Dividers of my Time ! Ye bright Accomptants of my days, and months, and years, In your fair Kalendar, distinctly mark'd ! Since that authentic, radiant register, Though man inspects it not, stands good against him ; Since You, and years, roll on, tho...
Página 51 - Has matter more than motion ? Has it thought, Judgment, and genius ? Is it deeply learn'd In mathematics ? Has it framed such laws, Which but to guess, a Newton made immortal ? — If so, how each sage atom laughs at me, Who think a clod inferior to a man...
Página 213 - They more debase the stamp, than raise the coin. Be thine the care, true merit to reward, And gain the good — nor will that task be hard ; Souls form'd alike so quick by nature blend. An honest man is more than half thy friend.
Página 91 - The pang you feel, he felt ; Thus nature, loud as virtue, bids His heart at yours to melt. But what can heart, or head, suggest ? What sad experience say ? Through truths austere, to peace we work Our rugged, gloomy way : What are we?
Página 8 - Her strong convulsions, and her final groan ? Where are we now ? Ah me ! the ground is gone On which we stood ! Lorenzo ! while thou mayst, Provide more firm support, or sink for ever ! Where ? how ? from whence...
Página 202 - Wits are a despicable race of men, If they confine their talents to the pen ; When the man shocks us, while the writer shines, Our scorn in life, our envy in his lines. Yet, proud of parts, with prudence some dispense, And play the fool, because they're men of sense.