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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
“For what?” (thou say'st:) “to damp the joys of life?”
No; to give heart and substance to thy joys.
That tyrant, Hope, mark how she domineers:
She bids us quit realities for dreams;
Safety and peace, for hazard and alarm:
That tyrant o'er the tyrants of the soul,—
She bids Ambition quit its taken prize,
Spurn the luxuriant branch on which it sits,
Though bearing crowns, to spring at distant game,
And plunge in toils and dangers—for repose.
If hope precarious, and of things, when gain'd,
Of little moment, and as little stay,
Can sweeten toils and dangers into joys;
What, then, that hope, which nothing can defeat,
Our leave unask'd? Rich hope of boundless bliss!
Bliss past man's power to paint it; Time's, to close!
No; to give heart and substance to thy joys.
That tyrant, Hope, mark how she domineers:
She bids us quit realities for dreams;
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That tyrant o'er the tyrants of the soul,—
She bids Ambition quit its taken prize,
Spurn the luxuriant branch on which it sits,
Though bearing crowns, to spring at distant game,
And plunge in toils and dangers—for repose.
If hope precarious, and of things, when gain'd,
Of little moment, and as little stay,
Can sweeten toils and dangers into joys;
What, then, that hope, which nothing can defeat,
Our leave unask'd? Rich hope of boundless bliss!
Bliss past man's power to paint it; Time's, to close!
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |