The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalitySage & Thompson, no. 149 Pearl-street, L. Nichols, print., 1805 - 258 oldal |
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... heart , and in that expressive manner for which he was so remarkable , uttered the following lines : " Thus Adam look'd when from the garden driven , " And thus disputed orders sent from Heaven : " Like him I go , but yet to go am loth ...
... heart , and in that expressive manner for which he was so remarkable , uttered the following lines : " Thus Adam look'd when from the garden driven , " And thus disputed orders sent from Heaven : " Like him I go , but yet to go am loth ...
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... heart incrusted by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grov❜ling soul ! How , like a worm , was I rapt round and round In silken thought , which reptile fancy spun , Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of ...
... heart incrusted by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grov❜ling soul ! How , like a worm , was I rapt round and round In silken thought , which reptile fancy spun , Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of ...
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... heart ! Death ! great proprietor of all ! ' tis thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The sun himself by thy permission shines , And , one day , thou shalt pluck him from his sphere . Amidst such mighty plunder , why ...
... heart ! Death ! great proprietor of all ! ' tis thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The sun himself by thy permission shines , And , one day , thou shalt pluck him from his sphere . Amidst such mighty plunder , why ...
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... heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single man ? are angels all beside ? I mourn for millions : ' tis the common lot ; In this shape , or in that , has fate entail'd The ...
... heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single man ? are angels all beside ? I mourn for millions : ' tis the common lot ; In this shape , or in that , has fate entail'd The ...
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... heart deserves the pain it feels ; More gen❜rous sorrow , while it sinks , exalts ; And conscious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue , more than prudence , bids me give Swol'n thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken too ...
... heart deserves the pain it feels ; More gen❜rous sorrow , while it sinks , exalts ; And conscious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue , more than prudence , bids me give Swol'n thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken too ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth endless eternal ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud reason reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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22. 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.
14. oldal - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve— That column of true majesty in man...
13. oldal - 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. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
23. 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.
23. 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.
59. 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
232. oldal - What am I ? and from whence ? — I nothing know, But that I am; and, since I am, conclude Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, Nought still had been : eternal there must be.
59. oldal - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
113. oldal - J on Alps ; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids: Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.
55. oldal - tis our harvest, rich And ripe : what though the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain; More than thy balm, O Gilead, heals the wound.