The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, Band 2J. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 Seiten |
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... Virtue and guilt in dread confufion rife ; And Love and Hate , at once , and Grief and Joy , Pity and Rage , their mingled force employ . Here the foft Virgin fees , with fecret shame , Her charms excell'd by friendship's purer flame ...
... Virtue and guilt in dread confufion rife ; And Love and Hate , at once , and Grief and Joy , Pity and Rage , their mingled force employ . Here the foft Virgin fees , with fecret shame , Her charms excell'd by friendship's purer flame ...
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... virtue's self may bleed . Mark well the black Revenge , the cruel Guile , The traitor - fiend trampling the lovely spoil , Of Beauty , Truth , and Innocence oppress'd ; Then let the rage of furies fire your breast . Yet may his mighty ...
... virtue's self may bleed . Mark well the black Revenge , the cruel Guile , The traitor - fiend trampling the lovely spoil , Of Beauty , Truth , and Innocence oppress'd ; Then let the rage of furies fire your breast . Yet may his mighty ...
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... virtues to come nearer thee : I with Don Carlos in my eye ; conquer And thus I claim my victory's reward . CARLOS . [ Embracing him . A victory indeed ! Your godlike arm Has made one spot the grave of Africa , Such numbers fell ; and ...
... virtues to come nearer thee : I with Don Carlos in my eye ; conquer And thus I claim my victory's reward . CARLOS . [ Embracing him . A victory indeed ! Your godlike arm Has made one spot the grave of Africa , Such numbers fell ; and ...
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... Virtue's fupreme reward on this fide heav'n ; The cordial of my foul ! and this destroys me- Indeed I flatter'd me that thou didst hate . LEONORA . Alonzo , pardon me the injury Of loving you : I ftruggled with my paffion , And ...
... Virtue's fupreme reward on this fide heav'n ; The cordial of my foul ! and this destroys me- Indeed I flatter'd me that thou didst hate . LEONORA . Alonzo , pardon me the injury Of loving you : I ftruggled with my paffion , And ...
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... virtue , It was unfafe to leave that part to me ? ALONZO . Is not the day then fix'd for your espousals ? LEONORA . Indeed , my father once had thought that way ; But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart , Long he flood doubtful ...
... virtue , It was unfafe to leave that part to me ? ALONZO . Is not the day then fix'd for your espousals ? LEONORA . Indeed , my father once had thought that way ; But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart , Long he flood doubtful ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 1 of 3 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS art thou aſk Becauſe bleft blifs bliſs blood bofom breaſt brother cauſe dæmon darkneſs death DEMETRIUS deſpair divine doft Don Carlos dreadful duft DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fame fate father fhall figh fight fince firſt fmiles foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrike fuch fure give glory gods grave groan guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf immortal juft KING laſt lefs LEONORA loft lord LORENZO Macedon moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature nature's ne'er night o'er paffion pain peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon rife Rome ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand Thrace thro throne tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 204 - 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.
Seite 203 - 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.
Seite 193 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Seite 219 - That common, but opprobrious lot ! past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, If folly bounds our prospect by the grave...
Seite 204 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Seite 193 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
Seite 215 - Like num'rous wings around him, as he flies : Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape His ample pinions, swift as darted flame, To gain his goal, to reach his ancient...
Seite 241 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Seite 203 - 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 applauds.
Seite 252 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.