The Life and Letters of Edward Young

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Pitman, 1914 - Poets, English - 289 pages

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Page 85 - The pink of puppies in some future strain. Some future strain, in which the muse shall tell How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Page 28 - Soon after it was generally known that Mr. Tickell was publishing the First Book of the Iliad, I met Dr. Young in the street ; and, upon our falling into that subject, the Doctor expressed a great deal of surprise at Tickell's having had such a Translation so long by him.
Page 146 - 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. As from the wing, no scar the sky retains; The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death...
Page 150 - Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, And seems to creep, decrepit with his age. Behold him when past by ; what then is seen But his broad pinions swifter than the winds f And all mankind, in contradiction strong, Rueful, aghast, cry out on his career.
Page 146 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Page 81 - Fan ! hood ! glove ! scarf ! is her laconic style ; And that is spoke with such a dying fall, That Betty rather sees, than hears the call : The motion of her lips, and meaning eye, Piece out th
Page 24 - Caesar unnoted in your presence stands. How vast the concourse ! not in number more The waves that break on the resounding shore, The leaves that tremble in the shady grove, The lamps that gild the spangled vaults above : Those overwhelming armies, whose command Said to one empire, fall ; another, stand : Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking dawn Roused the broad front, and call'd the battle on : Great Xerxes...
Page 185 - I have great joy in Dr Young, whom I disturbed in a reverie. At first he started, then bowed, then fell back into a surprise ; then began a speech, relapsed into his astonishment two or three times, forgot what he had been saying; began a new subject, and so went on. I told him your grace desired he would write longer letters ; to which he cried " Ha ! " most emphatically, and I leave you to interpret what it meant.
Page 156 - Blest be that hand divine, which gently laid My heart at rest, beneath this humble shed. The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous 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.

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