Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and ImmortalityF. and C. Rivington, 1802 - 361 oldal |
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5. oldal
... reason lost . Tho ' now restor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe . The Day too short for my distress ; and Night , Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is B 3 On Life, Death, and Immortality.
... reason lost . Tho ' now restor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe . The Day too short for my distress ; and Night , Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is B 3 On Life, Death, and Immortality.
8. oldal
... pain the mantled pool ; Or scal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight , tho ' devious , speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod ; Active ...
... pain the mantled pool ; Or scal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight , tho ' devious , speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod ; Active ...
10. oldal
... pain , and chance , and death expire ! And is it in the flight of threescore years , To push eternity from human thought , And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal , spending all her fires , Wasting her strength in ...
... pain , and chance , and death expire ! And is it in the flight of threescore years , To push eternity from human thought , And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal , spending all her fires , Wasting her strength in ...
13. oldal
... pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The ... pain . War , Famine , Pest , Volcano , Storm , and Fire , Intestine broils , Oppression , with her heart Wrapt up in ...
... pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The ... pain . War , Famine , Pest , Volcano , Storm , and Fire , Intestine broils , Oppression , with her heart Wrapt up in ...
14. oldal
... pains You rue more modish visits , visit here , And breathe from your debauch : Give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : But so great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did sorrow seize on such alone . Not ...
... pains You rue more modish visits , visit here , And breathe from your debauch : Give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : But so great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did sorrow seize on such alone . Not ...
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Æther ambition angels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death deep DEITY delight deny'd divine Dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious life's light live LORENZO man's mankind midnight mind mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange strike thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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18. oldal - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
19. 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.
12. 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.
xi. oldal - In his 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.
8. 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 ! О what a miracle to man is man.
6. oldal - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
18. oldal - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
9. oldal - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed?
72. oldal - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
264. oldal - Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw, What nothing less than angel can exceed, A man on earth devoted to the skies ; Like ships at sea, while in, above the world. With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares, and tumults, of this life, (Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet) Excite his pity, not impair his peace.