The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 2F. and C. Rivington ; Otridge and Son ; J. Nichols ; J. Sewell ; Longman and Rees ; Cadell and Davies ; G. and J. Robinson ; Vernor and Hood ; J. Walker ; J. Scatcherd ; Ogilvy and Son ; T. Hurst ; J. Mawman ; J. Nunn ; J. Cuthell ; W.J. and J. Richardson ; and J. Bookham, 1802 |
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... , his lov'd father slain , His martial pride , your admiration raise , And crown him with involuntary praise . Dramatis Personae . MEN . Don ALONZO , the Spanish B 2 PROLOGUE . We dread a while, lest beauty should succeed, ...
... , his lov'd father slain , His martial pride , your admiration raise , And crown him with involuntary praise . Dramatis Personae . MEN . Don ALONZO , the Spanish B 2 PROLOGUE . We dread a while, lest beauty should succeed, ...
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... pride He struck me ; ( While I tell it , do I live ? ) He smote me on the cheek - I did not stab him ; For that were poor revenge - E'er since his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses , and thinks it is forgot ...
... pride He struck me ; ( While I tell it , do I live ? ) He smote me on the cheek - I did not stab him ; For that were poor revenge - E'er since his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses , and thinks it is forgot ...
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... pride of beauty ; Those eyes , that tell us what the sun is made of ; Those lips , whose touch is to be bought with life ; Those hills of driven snow , which seen are felt : All these possest are nought , but as they are The proof , the ...
... pride of beauty ; Those eyes , that tell us what the sun is made of ; Those lips , whose touch is to be bought with life ; Those hills of driven snow , which seen are felt : All these possest are nought , but as they are The proof , the ...
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... pride presumes To treat us here like subjects , more than Romans , More than ambassadors , who , in our bosoms , Bear peace and war , and throw him which we please , As Jove his storm , or sunshine , on his creatures . POSTHUMIUS . This ...
... pride presumes To treat us here like subjects , more than Romans , More than ambassadors , who , in our bosoms , Bear peace and war , and throw him which we please , As Jove his storm , or sunshine , on his creatures . POSTHUMIUS . This ...
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... an error thwarts their purpose , To - morrow sets it right : If Philip loves Dominion , and the pride that waits on kings , ( Of which , perhaps , his words too strongly savour ) Humility to Rome will lead him to it : She A TRAGEDY . 121.
... an error thwarts their purpose , To - morrow sets it right : If Philip loves Dominion , and the pride that waits on kings , ( Of which , perhaps , his words too strongly savour ) Humility to Rome will lead him to it : She A TRAGEDY . 121.
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Page 214 - 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 232 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Page 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Page 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Page 206 - 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, raptured, 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 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Page 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Page 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Page 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Page 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.