The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2

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William.. Pickering, 1852
 

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Page 143 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young. The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes, he comes.
Page 104 - O how your beating breast a mistress warms, Who looks through spectacles to see your charms ! While rival undertakers hover round, And with his spade the sexton marks the ground, Intent not on her own, but others' doom, She plans new conquests, and defrauds the tomb.
Page 9 - How empty learning, and how vain is art, But as it mends the life, and guides the heart!
Page 103 - Tis greatly wise to know, before we 're told, The melancholy news, that we grow old. Autumnal Lyce carries in her face Memento mori to each public place. O how your beating breast a mistress warms, Who looks through spectacles to see your...
Page 13 - Thou ! whose balance does the mountains weigh, " Whose will the wild tumultuous seas obey, " Whose breath can turn those wat'ry worlds to flame, " That flame to tempest, and that tempest tame ; " Earth's meanest son, all trembling, prostrate falls, " And on the boundless of thy goodness calls.
Page 64 - As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set : Their want of edge from their offence is seen ; Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.
Page 185 - Britain boasts her empire o'er the deep, This marble shall compel the brave to weep : As men, as Britons, and as soldiers, mourn — ' Tis dauntless, loyal, virtuous Beauclerk's urn. Sweet were his manners as his soul was great, And ripe his worth, though immature his fate; Each tender grace that joy and love...
Page 128 - 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 90 - But if, by chance, an ill-adapted word Drops from the lip of her unwary lord, Her darling china, in a whirlwind sent, Just intimates the lady's discontent.
Page 127 - One to destroy, is murder by the law ; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

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