Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 oldal |
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22. oldal
... true majesty in Man , ) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; 15 20 25 30 The grave , your kingdom : There this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ! — THOU , who didst put to flight Primæval ...
... true majesty in Man , ) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; 15 20 25 30 The grave , your kingdom : There this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ! — THOU , who didst put to flight Primæval ...
22. oldal
... true majesty in Man , ) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; 25 30 The grave , your kingdom : There this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ! — THOU , who didst put to flight Primæval Silence ...
... true majesty in Man , ) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; 25 30 The grave , your kingdom : There this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ! — THOU , who didst put to flight Primæval Silence ...
22. oldal
... true map of Man : So bounded are his haughty lord's delights To Woe's wide empire ; where deep troubles toss , Loud sorrows howl , invenom'd passions bite , Rav'nous calamities our vitals seize , And threat'ning Fate wide opens to ...
... true map of Man : So bounded are his haughty lord's delights To Woe's wide empire ; where deep troubles toss , Loud sorrows howl , invenom'd passions bite , Rav'nous calamities our vitals seize , And threat'ning Fate wide opens to ...
33. oldal
... true relish of himself . Full on ourselves descending in a line , Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight : Delight intense , is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . Celestial Happiness , whene'er she stoops ...
... true relish of himself . Full on ourselves descending in a line , Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight : Delight intense , is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . Celestial Happiness , whene'er she stoops ...
34. oldal
... True love strikes root in Reason ; Passion's foe : Virtue alone entenders us for life : I wrong her much - entenders us for ever : Of Friendship's fairest fruits , the fruit most fair Is Virtue kindling at a rival fire , And emulously ...
... True love strikes root in Reason ; Passion's foe : Virtue alone entenders us for life : I wrong her much - entenders us for ever : Of Friendship's fairest fruits , the fruit most fair Is Virtue kindling at a rival fire , And emulously ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless charms Christian creation dæmons dark Death deep Deity deny'd divine Dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n High Holborn hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light Line live LORENZO Man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace PHILANDER Pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud Reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sov'reign sphere stars stings strange strike sublime thee theme thine thought throne tomb triumph truth Virtue Virtue's WINCHESTER COLLEGE wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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22. oldal - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
28. oldal - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
22. oldal - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
13. oldal - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
22. oldal - An heir of glory'! a frail child of dust*! Helpless immortal'! insect infinite*! A worm'! a god*! — I tremble' at myself, And in myself am lost*!
16. oldal - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
59. oldal - When in this vale of years I backward look, And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe I still survive...
22. oldal - A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!
13. oldal - Night Thoughts" he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
22. oldal - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.