Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: Vis. Essay on ManE. Newbery, 1796 - 220 sider |
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... rose renew " The juice nectareous , and the balmy dew ; " For me , the mine a thousand treasures brings ; " For me , health gufhes from a thousand springs ; " Seas roll to waft me , funs to light me rise ; 66 My footftool earth , my ...
... rose renew " The juice nectareous , and the balmy dew ; " For me , the mine a thousand treasures brings ; " For me , health gufhes from a thousand springs ; " Seas roll to waft me , funs to light me rise ; 66 My footftool earth , my ...
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... ftudious head or gen'rous mind , Follow'r of God , or friend of human - kind , Poet or patriot , rose but to restore The faith and moral , Nature gave before ; Relum'd her ancient light , not kindled new ; If 8 48 ESSAY ON MAN .
... ftudious head or gen'rous mind , Follow'r of God , or friend of human - kind , Poet or patriot , rose but to restore The faith and moral , Nature gave before ; Relum'd her ancient light , not kindled new ; If 8 48 ESSAY ON MAN .
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... rose , before ' tis fully blown , Or half its worth difclos'd . Strange medley here ! Here garrulous old age winds up his tale ; And jovial youth , of lightfome vacant heart , Whofe ev'ry day was made of melody , Hears not the voice of ...
... rose , before ' tis fully blown , Or half its worth difclos'd . Strange medley here ! Here garrulous old age winds up his tale ; And jovial youth , of lightfome vacant heart , Whofe ev'ry day was made of melody , Hears not the voice of ...
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... rose , And , shaking off thy fetters , foon retook Those spoils his voluntary yielding lent . ( Sure pledge of our releasement from thy thrall ; ) Twice twenty days he fojourn d here on earth , And thew'd himself alive to chosen ...
... rose , And , shaking off thy fetters , foon retook Those spoils his voluntary yielding lent . ( Sure pledge of our releasement from thy thrall ; ) Twice twenty days he fojourn d here on earth , And thew'd himself alive to chosen ...
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... rose a tomb • All in the living stone ; On which a young and beauteous maid In goodly fculpture fhone . A kneeling angel fairly carv'd Lean'd hovering o'er her breast ; A weeping warrior at her feet ; And near to these her creft . The ...
... rose a tomb • All in the living stone ; On which a young and beauteous maid In goodly fculpture fhone . A kneeling angel fairly carv'd Lean'd hovering o'er her breast ; A weeping warrior at her feet ; And near to these her creft . The ...
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Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: VIS. Essay on Man Helen Maria Williams,Alexander Pope Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Side 139 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 137 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 17 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Side 17 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Side 137 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 138 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 16 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Side 14 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.
Side 6 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Side 32 - Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...