Bell's Edition, Volumes 87-88J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... 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 ! How passing wonder he who made him ...
... 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 ! How passing wonder he who made him ...
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John Bell. 430 435 Strikes thro ' their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the shaft no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains , The parted wave ...
John Bell. 430 435 Strikes thro ' their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the shaft no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains , The parted wave ...
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... dread ; death thus more dreadful made . O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels : How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
... dread ; death thus more dreadful made . O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels : How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
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... Dread Sire , on emanation bent , And big with Nature , rising in his might , 195 [ sent 200 Call'd forth creation , ( for then Time was born ) 205 By Godhead streaming thro ' a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days ...
... Dread Sire , on emanation bent , And big with Nature , rising in his might , 195 [ sent 200 Call'd forth creation , ( for then Time was born ) 205 By Godhead streaming thro ' a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days ...
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... dread diary with horrour fills . Not the gross act alone employs her pen ; She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band . 260 I 265 A watchful fee ! the formidable spy List'ning , o'erhears the whispers of our camp , Our dawning purposes of heart ...
... dread diary with horrour fills . Not the gross act alone employs her pen ; She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band . 260 I 265 A watchful fee ! the formidable spy List'ning , o'erhears the whispers of our camp , Our dawning purposes of heart ...
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Page 12 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Page 54 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
Page 12 - 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!
Page 48 - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
Page 72 - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril : Here on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms, And meditate on scenes more silent still, Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
Page 68 - ... Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Page 12 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A. worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost!
Page 16 - 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. That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
Page 154 - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
Page 22 - 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...