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Samuel Johnson. THE POE OF M S YOUN G. 28X42 . VOLUME III . a 2 NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST . THE CONSOLATIO N. CONTAINING.
Samuel Johnson. THE POE OF M S YOUN G. 28X42 . VOLUME III . a 2 NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST . THE CONSOLATIO N. CONTAINING.
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Samuel Johnson. NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST . THE CONSOLATIO N. CONTAINING , AMONG OTHER THINGS , I. A MORAL Survey of the NOCTURNAL Heavens . II . A NIGHT - ADDRESS to the DEITY . HUMBLY INSCRIBED то HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE , ONE ...
Samuel Johnson. NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST . THE CONSOLATIO N. CONTAINING , AMONG OTHER THINGS , I. A MORAL Survey of the NOCTURNAL Heavens . II . A NIGHT - ADDRESS to the DEITY . HUMBLY INSCRIBED то HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE , ONE ...
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... Night ! indulge one labour more ? One labour more indulge ! then fleep , my ftrain ! Till , haply , wak'd by Raphael's golden lyre , Where night , death , age , care , crime , and forrow , cease ; To bear a part in everlasting lays ...
... Night ! indulge one labour more ? One labour more indulge ! then fleep , my ftrain ! Till , haply , wak'd by Raphael's golden lyre , Where night , death , age , care , crime , and forrow , cease ; To bear a part in everlasting lays ...
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... ! cannot these escape ? " - Far from it : these present us with a shroud ; B 2 45 50 55 60 65 70 And And talk of death , like garlands o'er a grave THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IX . 3 HE COMPLAINT TH NIGHT IX and laft The Confolation Page.
... ! cannot these escape ? " - Far from it : these present us with a shroud ; B 2 45 50 55 60 65 70 And And talk of death , like garlands o'er a grave THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IX . 3 HE COMPLAINT TH NIGHT IX and laft The Confolation Page.
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Página 6 - By the loud trumpet summon'd to the charge, See, all the formidable sons of fire, Eruptions, earthquakes, comets, lightnings, play Their various engines ; all at once disgorge Their blazing magazines ; and take, by storm, This poor terrestrial citadel of man.
Página 4 - What is the world itself? thy world — a grave. Where is the dust that has not been alive ? The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors. From human mould we reap our daily bread. The globe around earth's hollow surface shakes, And is the ceiling of her sleeping sons. O'er devastation we blind revels keep : Whole buried towns support the dancer's heel.
Página 74 - Man's rich restorative ; his balmy bath, That supples, lubricates, and keeps in play The various movements of this nice machine, Which asks such frequent periods of repair. When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn ; Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, Or Death quite breaks the spring, and motion ends.
Página 1 - Then cheers his heart with what his fate affords, And chants his sonnet to deceive the time, Till the due season calls him to repose : Thus I...
Página 205 - If satire charms, strike faults, but spare the man : 'Tis dull to be as witty as you can. Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high ; Round your own fame the fatal splinters fly. As the soft plume gives swiftness to the dart, Good breeding sends the satire to the heart.
Página 214 - In aweful ruin, like Rome's fenate, fall, The prey and worfhip of the wondering Gaul. No doubt, to genius fome reward is due, (Excluding that, were fatirizing you ;) But yet, believe thy undefigning friend, When truth and genius for thy choice contend, Though both have weight when in the balance caft, Let probity be firft, and parts the laft.
Página 50 - Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume 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 8 - From tenfold darkness ; sudden as the spark From smitten steel; from nitrous grain, the blaze. Man, starting from his couch, shall sleep no more ! The day is broke, which never more shall close...
Página 26 - From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.
Página 9 - Heaven opens in their bosoms : but how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone ; Who hears, intrepid, the full charge it brings, Resolv'd to silence future murmurs there ? The coward flies- and, flying, is undone. (Art thou a coward ? no :) the coward flies ; Thinks, but thinks slightly ; asks, but fears to know : Asks