The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Band 1William Pickering, 1852 - 334 Seiten |
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Seite 4 - 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!
Seite xliii - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Seite 215 - Bewilder'd in the vale; in all unlike! His full reverse in all! What higher praise? What stronger demonstration of the right? The present, all their care; the future, his. When public welfare calls, or private want, They give to fame; his bounty he conceals. Their virtues varnish nature; his, exalt.
Seite 17 - Youth is not rich in time, it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Seite 7 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Seite 5 - And is it in the flight of threescore years, To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust...
Seite 55 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Seite 240 - The thunder, as the sun ; a stagnate mass Of vapours breeds a pestilential air: Nor more propitious the Favonian breeze To nature's health, than purifying storms ; The dread Volcano ministers to good. Its smother'd flames might undermine the world. Loud...
Seite 268 - Retire ; — the world shut out ; — thy thoughts call home ^~ Imagination's airy wing repress ; Lock up thy senses ; — let no passion stir , — Wake all to reason ; — let her reign alone...
Seite 2 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.