Bell's Edition, المجلدات 87-88J. Bell, 1796 |
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... lives of poets , of philosophers , of men of study , indeed , in general , seldom furnish ma- terials for the pen of Biography , by any means so striking in themselves , or so interesting to the multi- tude of readers , as the lives of ...
... lives of poets , of philosophers , of men of study , indeed , in general , seldom furnish ma- terials for the pen of Biography , by any means so striking in themselves , or so interesting to the multi- tude of readers , as the lives of ...
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... live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd , and from an eye Of tenderness let heav'nly pity fall On me , more justly number'd with the dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital is ...
... live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd , and from an eye Of tenderness let heav'nly pity fall On me , more justly number'd with the dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital is ...
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... live , " For ever on the brink of being born . All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel , and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise : 400 At least their own ; their future selves applauds ...
... live , " For ever on the brink of being born . All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel , and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise : 400 At least their own ; their future selves applauds ...
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... lives as they desire , Where is that thirst , that avarice of time , ( 0 glorious avarice ! ) thought of death inspires , As rumour'd robberies endear our gold ? O Time ! than gold more sacred ; more a load Than lead to fools , and ...
... lives as they desire , Where is that thirst , that avarice of time , ( 0 glorious avarice ! ) thought of death inspires , As rumour'd robberies endear our gold ? O Time ! than gold more sacred ; more a load Than lead to fools , and ...
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... live : And is it then a trifle , too , to die ? Thou say'st I preach , Lorenzo ! ' tis confest . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amusement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treason to the soul immortal , Her ...
... live : And is it then a trifle , too , to die ? Thou say'st I preach , Lorenzo ! ' tis confest . What if , for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants amusement in the flame of battle ? Is it not treason to the soul immortal , Her ...
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æther ambition angels ardour art thou beneath bids bless'd bliss boast boundless bright call'd cann't charms Corduba creation dæmons daring song dark death Deity delight divine dost dread dust e'er earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fall fantastick fate fire flames flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt guilty song happiness heav'n hope hour illustrious immortal inspir'd learn'd life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind miracles mortal Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs ordain'd pain passion peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud reason rise scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul sphere stars strange strike sublime terrour thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth Tusculum virtue Virtue's wake the world wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye Stars
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الصفحة 12 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
الصفحة 54 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
الصفحة 12 - A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels! O what a miracle to man is man!
الصفحة 48 - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
الصفحة 72 - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril : Here on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms, And meditate on scenes more silent still, Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
الصفحة 68 - ... Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
الصفحة 12 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! 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 16 - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight! Full above measure! lasting beyond bound! A perpetuity 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.
الصفحة 154 - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
الصفحة 22 - For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own; their future selves...