Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Volume 7John Aikin |
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... man . Yet man , fool man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh . VOL . VII . P Prisoner of Earth , and pent beneath the Moon , NIGHT 1 . 157 THE COMPLAINT .
... man . Yet man , fool man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh . VOL . VII . P Prisoner of Earth , and pent beneath the Moon , NIGHT 1 . 157 THE COMPLAINT .
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... man's tender tie On earthly bliss ! it breaks at every breeze . 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 ...
... man's tender tie On earthly bliss ! it breaks at every breeze . 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 ...
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... Man's caution often into danger turns ; And his guard , falling , crushes him to death . Not happiness itself makes ... man ! the rest a waste , Rocks , deserts , frozen seas , and burning sands : Wild haunts of monsters , poisons ...
... Man's caution often into danger turns ; And his guard , falling , crushes him to death . Not happiness itself makes ... man ! the rest a waste , Rocks , deserts , frozen seas , and burning sands : Wild haunts of monsters , poisons ...
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... at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it fell ; one moment's prey ! Man's foresight is conditionally wise ; Lorenzo ! wisdom into folly turns Oft , the first 164 NIGHT I. YOUNG .
... at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it fell ; one moment's prey ! Man's foresight is conditionally wise ; Lorenzo ! wisdom into folly turns Oft , the first 164 NIGHT I. YOUNG .
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... man's presumption on to - morrow's dawn ? Where is to - morrow ? In another world . For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none ; and yet on this perhaps , This peradventure , infamous for lies , As on a rock of adamant ...
... man's presumption on to - morrow's dawn ? Where is to - morrow ? In another world . For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none ; and yet on this perhaps , This peradventure , infamous for lies , As on a rock of adamant ...
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ambition AMBROSE PHILIPS angels ANTISTROPHE art thou Behold beneath bids blest bliss blood divine bosom breast call'd CHARLES CHURCHILL charms dark death Deity delight divine Dost dread dust e'en Earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair Falstaff fame fate fear flame foes folly fond fool give glorious glory grave grief Grongar Hill guilt happiness heart Heaven hope horrour hour human infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind mortal mourn Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers nymph o'er once pain passion peace pleasure praise pride proud reason rise round ruin sacred scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile soft song soul immortal stings storm sweet tempest terrour thee theme thine thou thought throne thy disease tomb tremble triumph truth vale virtue virtue's wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE Winchester College wing wisdom wise wretched
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Page 30 - Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where...
Page 166 - 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.
Page 18 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Page 158 - 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, raptur'd, 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.
Page 153 - 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.
Page 26 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Page 165 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 19 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 47 - Below me trees unnumbered rise, Beautiful in various dyes: The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs; And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Page 26 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...