Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of Man, כרך 1A. Hogg, 1778 - 289 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 50
עמוד 26
... tears , as woo the world for reft . 2 . Let wit , and all her study'd plots effect The beft they can ; Let fmiling fortune profper and perfect 169 What wit began ; # Let earth advife with both , and fo project A happy man ; Let wit or ...
... tears , as woo the world for reft . 2 . Let wit , and all her study'd plots effect The beft they can ; Let fmiling fortune profper and perfect 169 What wit began ; # Let earth advife with both , and fo project A happy man ; Let wit or ...
עמוד 54
... tear : Astræa's wounded fides , plough'd up , and rent With knotted cords , whose fury has no ear ; See how she ftands a pris'ner to be fent A flave into eternal banishnient , I know not whither ; O , I know not where : Her patent must ...
... tear : Astræa's wounded fides , plough'd up , and rent With knotted cords , whose fury has no ear ; See how she ftands a pris'ner to be fent A flave into eternal banishnient , I know not whither ; O , I know not where : Her patent must ...
עמוד 54
... tear Aftræa's wounded fides , plough'd up , and rent With knotted cords , whofe fury has no ear ; See how the ftands a pris'ner to be fent A flave into eternal banishment , I know not whither ; Q , I know not where : Her patent must be ...
... tear Aftræa's wounded fides , plough'd up , and rent With knotted cords , whofe fury has no ear ; See how the ftands a pris'ner to be fent A flave into eternal banishment , I know not whither ; Q , I know not where : Her patent must be ...
עמוד 65
... tears ; Come , burft your fpleens with laughter to behold A new - found vanity , which days of old Ne'er knew a vanity , that has befet The world , and made more flaves than Mahomet : - That has condemn'd us to the servile yoke Of ...
... tears ; Come , burft your fpleens with laughter to behold A new - found vanity , which days of old Ne'er knew a vanity , that has befet The world , and made more flaves than Mahomet : - That has condemn'd us to the servile yoke Of ...
עמוד 66
... the bubble's broke ; A flave to pleasure , is a flave to smoke . sa Now , Stoic , ceafe thy laughter , and repast Thy pickled cheeks with tears , and weep as faft S. HIERON . S. HIERON . That rich man is great , who 66 Book II . EMBLEM S.
... the bubble's broke ; A flave to pleasure , is a flave to smoke . sa Now , Stoic , ceafe thy laughter , and repast Thy pickled cheeks with tears , and weep as faft S. HIERON . S. HIERON . That rich man is great , who 66 Book II . EMBLEM S.
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
art thou B.II B.IV bafe becauſe behold BERN blaft bleffed blood breaft breath canft thou CANTICLES cifed clofe crown Cupid dart dear world death defire delight doth duft earth EDWARD BENLOWES empty EPIG Ev'n fo ev'ry eyes facred fafely faft falfe fcorn fear fecret fecure feek feeming fenfe fhades fhall fhould fire flames flave fleſh flow'r fmile fnares fome fool forrows ftand ftill ftreams fubject fuch fweet glory grief hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honor joys juft leaft lefs light loft Lord luft meaſure mercy miferable mirth moft moſt muft muſt ne'er night paffion Pfalm pleafe pleaſe pleaſure pow'r preſents PSALM reft ſhall Snares in thy Soliloq ſpent ſweet tears thee thefe theorbo theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thoughts thouſand torments treaſure truft UNIL wanton Whilft whofe whoſe wings worfe wound
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 74 - Thou art my life, my way, my light ; in thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, LORD, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art ; without thy glorious sight, My eyes are darkened with perpetual night. My GOD, thou art my way, my life, my light.
עמוד 176 - I LOVE — and have some cause to love — the earth : She is my Maker's creature ; therefore good : She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my tender nurse — she gives me food ; But what's a creature, Lord, compared with thee ? Or what's my mother or my nurse to me...
עמוד 74 - But life? And where is life but in thine eye? And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me; And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny'st me; Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or only try'st me?
עמוד 95 - Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show Her better eye ; the further off we go, The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. Th' ingenuous child, corrected, doth not fly His angry mother's hand, but clings more nigh, And quenches with his tears her flaming eye. Shadows are faithless, and the rocks are false ; No trust in brass, no trust in marble walls : Poor cots are even as safe as princes
עמוד 169 - Our firm united souls did more than twine, So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine. If all those glittering monarchs that command The servile quarters of this earthly ball Should tender in exchange their shares of land, I would not change my fortunes for them all: Their wealth is but a counter to my coin; The world's but theirs, but my Beloved's mine.
עמוד 74 - Thou art my life; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art; without thy glorious sight, Mine eyes are dark'ned with perpetual night: My God, thou art my way, my life, my light.
עמוד 50 - We cross the seas, and midst her waves we burn, Transporting lives, perchance that ne'er return ; We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands ; We travel sea and soil, we pry, we prowl, We progress, and we prog from pole to pole ; We spend our mid-day sweat, our midnight oil, We tire the night in thought, the day in toil...
עמוד 97 - Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shadow of death, A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
עמוד 179 - In having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I? And having thee alone, what have I not? I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of thee.