The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volumen621790 |
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... painful fearch of what he cannot find , At night's approach , content with the next cot , Their ruminates , a while , his labour lost ; / Then chears his heart with what his fate affords , And chaunts his fonnet to deceive the time ...
... painful fearch of what he cannot find , At night's approach , content with the next cot , Their ruminates , a while , his labour lost ; / Then chears his heart with what his fate affords , And chaunts his fonnet to deceive the time ...
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English poets. I chace the moments with a serious fong . Song fooths our pains ; and age has pains to footh . 15 20 When age , care , crime , and friends embrac'd at heart , Torn from my bleeding breaft , and death's dark shade , Which ...
English poets. I chace the moments with a serious fong . Song fooths our pains ; and age has pains to footh . 15 20 When age , care , crime , and friends embrac'd at heart , Torn from my bleeding breaft , and death's dark shade , Which ...
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... pain , no paufe ! no bound ! Inexorable , all ! and all , extreme ! Nor man alone ; the foe of God and man , From his dark den , blafpheming , drags his chain , And rears his brazen front , with thunder fcarr'd : Receives his fentence ...
... pain , no paufe ! no bound ! Inexorable , all ! and all , extreme ! Nor man alone ; the foe of God and man , From his dark den , blafpheming , drags his chain , And rears his brazen front , with thunder fcarr'd : Receives his fentence ...
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... pain , and death ? Who , without pain's advice , would e'er be good ? Who , without death , but would be good in vain ? Pain is to fave from pain ; all punishment , To make for peace ; and death to fave from death ; And fecond death ...
... pain , and death ? Who , without pain's advice , would e'er be good ? Who , without death , but would be good in vain ? Pain is to fave from pain ; all punishment , To make for peace ; and death to fave from death ; And fecond death ...
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... pain ; its hideous groans Join heaven's sweet hallelujahs in thy praife , Great Source of good alone ! How kind in all ! In vengeance kind ! pain , death , gehenna , Save . 480 Thus , in thy world material , Mighty Mind ! Not that alone ...
... pain ; its hideous groans Join heaven's sweet hallelujahs in thy praife , Great Source of good alone ! How kind in all ! In vengeance kind ! pain , death , gehenna , Save . 480 Thus , in thy world material , Mighty Mind ! Not that alone ...
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.