The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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الصفحة 12
... bliss , till he behold the Heaven of heavens open , and angels receiving and conveying her still onward from the stretch of his imagination , which tires in her pursuit , and falls back again to earth . " The queen was soon called away ...
... bliss , till he behold the Heaven of heavens open , and angels receiving and conveying her still onward from the stretch of his imagination , which tires in her pursuit , and falls back again to earth . " The queen was soon called away ...
الصفحة 59
... bliss resembling that of saints above , Sprung from the vision of the ' Almighty Love : Firm , solid bliss , for ever great and new , The more ' tis known , the more admired , like you ; Like you , fair nymph ! in whom united meet ...
... bliss resembling that of saints above , Sprung from the vision of the ' Almighty Love : Firm , solid bliss , for ever great and new , The more ' tis known , the more admired , like you ; Like you , fair nymph ! in whom united meet ...
الصفحة 67
... bliss is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , And quite unparadise the realms of light . Safe are you lodged above these rolling spheres , The baleful influence of ...
... bliss is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , And quite unparadise the realms of light . Safe are you lodged above these rolling spheres , The baleful influence of ...
الصفحة 68
... bliss ! from Fortune's Precarious courtesy ! not Virtue's sure , [ smile , Self - given , solar , ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too ...
... bliss ! from Fortune's Precarious courtesy ! not Virtue's sure , [ smile , Self - given , solar , ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too ...
الصفحة 92
... bliss , Superior wisdom , crown'd with smiling joy . But for whom blossoms this Elysian flower ? Abroad they find who cherish it at home . Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts , An honest love , and not afraid to frown . Though choice ...
... bliss , Superior wisdom , crown'd with smiling joy . But for whom blossoms this Elysian flower ? Abroad they find who cherish it at home . Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts , An honest love , and not afraid to frown . Though choice ...
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ambition angels Anne Wharton art thou beam beneath bids bleeds bless'd bliss blood divine boundless Busiris call'd dark dead death Deity divine Dorset Downs dread dreams Duke of Wharton dust e'en earth Edward Young endless eternal fair fame fate fear fire flame folly fond fool friendship future genius give glorious glory grave grief guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious infidel labour life's light live Lorenzo Lyric Poetry man's mankind mortal Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry praise pride proud Reason Reason sleeps rich rise sacred says scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile song soul immortal stars strange thee theme thine throne tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wanted wing wing wisdom wise wish wretched Young
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الصفحة 74 - And that through every stage ; when young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
الصفحة 63 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man...
الصفحة 87 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
الصفحة 137 - Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.
الصفحة 64 - An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust ! Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
الصفحة 66 - Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
الصفحة 65 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed?
الصفحة 11 - It tells her, that his only title to the great honour he now does himself is the obligation which he formerly received from her royal indulgence. 'Of this obligation nothing is now known, unless he alluded to her being his godmother. He is said indeed to have been engaged at a settled stipend as a writer for the court. In Swift's Rhapsody on Poetry...
الصفحة 66 - Where time, and pain, and chance, and death, expire! And is it in the flight of threescore years, To push eternity from human thought, «And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
الصفحة 61 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.