Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: Vis. Essay on ManE. Newbery, 1796 - 220 pagina's |
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Pagina 7
... state and place ; His time a moment , and a point his space . If to be perfect in a certain sphere , What matter , foon or late , or here or there ; The bleft to day is as completely fo , As who began a thousand years ago . III . Heav'n ...
... state and place ; His time a moment , and a point his space . If to be perfect in a certain sphere , What matter , foon or late , or here or there ; The bleft to day is as completely fo , As who began a thousand years ago . III . Heav'n ...
Pagina 13
... state ; Nothing to add , and nothing to abate . Each beaft , each infect , happy in its own ; Is Heav'n unkind to Man , and Man alone ; Shall he alone , whom rational we call , Be pleas'd with nothing , if not blefs'd with all ? The ...
... state ; Nothing to add , and nothing to abate . Each beaft , each infect , happy in its own ; Is Heav'n unkind to Man , and Man alone ; Shall he alone , whom rational we call , Be pleas'd with nothing , if not blefs'd with all ? The ...
Pagina 19
... state , A being darkly wife , and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the fceptic fide , With too much weakness for the ftoic's pride , He hangs between ; in doubt to act , or reft ; In doubt to deem himself a god , or beast ; In ...
... state , A being darkly wife , and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the fceptic fide , With too much weakness for the ftoic's pride , He hangs between ; in doubt to act , or reft ; In doubt to deem himself a god , or beast ; In ...
Pagina 20
... state the tides ; Inftruct the planets in what orbs to run , Correct old Time , and regulate the fun : Go , foar with Plato , to th ' empyreal sphere , To the first good , first perfect , and first fair ; Or tread the mazy round his ...
... state the tides ; Inftruct the planets in what orbs to run , Correct old Time , and regulate the fun : Go , foar with Plato , to th ' empyreal sphere , To the first good , first perfect , and first fair ; Or tread the mazy round his ...
Pagina 39
... states the certain day , Who forms the phalanx , and who points the way ? III . God , in the nature of each being , founds Its proper blifs , and fets it proper bounds : But as he fram'd a whole , the whole to bless , On mutual wants ...
... states the certain day , Who forms the phalanx , and who points the way ? III . God , in the nature of each being , founds Its proper blifs , and fets it proper bounds : But as he fram'd a whole , the whole to bless , On mutual wants ...
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Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: VIS. Essay on Man Helen Maria Williams,Alexander Pope Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 32 - Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...