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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 |  |
Whom see I yonder so demurely smile?
Laughter a labour, and might break their rest.
Ye Quietists, in homage to the skies!
Serene, of soft address! who mildly make
An unobtrusive tender of your hearts,
Abhorring violence! who halt indeed;
But for the blessing wrestle not with Heaven!
Think you my song too turbulent, too warm?
Are passions, then, the Pagans of the soul?
Reason alone baptized? alone ordain'd
To touch things sacred? O for warmer still!
Guilt chills my zeal, and age benumbs my powers:
O for an humbler heart, and prouder song!
THOU, my much-injured theme! with that soft eye
Which melted o'er doom'd Salem, deign to look
Compassion to the coldness of my breast,
And pardon to the winter in my strain.
Laughter a labour, and might break their rest.
Ye Quietists, in homage to the skies!
Serene, of soft address! who mildly make
An unobtrusive tender of your hearts,
Abhorring violence! who halt indeed;
But for the blessing wrestle not with Heaven!
Think you my song too turbulent, too warm?
Are passions, then, the Pagans of the soul?
Reason alone baptized? alone ordain'd
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Guilt chills my zeal, and age benumbs my powers:
O for an humbler heart, and prouder song!
THOU, my much-injured theme! with that soft eye
Which melted o'er doom'd Salem, deign to look
Compassion to the coldness of my breast,
And pardon to the winter in my strain.
| 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 | |