Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and explanatory notes, by G. Gilfillan, 130. oldal1853 |
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51. oldal
... nought ministers delight , By what his glowing passions can engage ; And glowing passions , bent on aught below , Must , soon or late , with anguish turn the scale ; And anguish , after rapture , how severe ! 119 130 Rapture ? Bold man ...
... nought ministers delight , By what his glowing passions can engage ; And glowing passions , bent on aught below , Must , soon or late , with anguish turn the scale ; And anguish , after rapture , how severe ! 119 130 Rapture ? Bold man ...
59. oldal
... nought ; A nest of pains : when held as nothing , much : Like some fair humorists , life is most enjoy'd , When courted least ; most worth , when disesteem'd ; Then ' tis the seat of comfort , rich in peace ; In prospect richer far ...
... nought ; A nest of pains : when held as nothing , much : Like some fair humorists , life is most enjoy'd , When courted least ; most worth , when disesteem'd ; Then ' tis the seat of comfort , rich in peace ; In prospect richer far ...
71. oldal
... ; Still frowns grim Death ; guilt points the tyrant's spear . And whence all human guilt ? From death forgot . Ah me ! too long I set at nought the swarm Of friendly warnings , which around me flew ; And THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 71.
... ; Still frowns grim Death ; guilt points the tyrant's spear . And whence all human guilt ? From death forgot . Ah me ! too long I set at nought the swarm Of friendly warnings , which around me flew ; And THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 71.
78. oldal
... Built with divine ambition ! nought to thee ; For others this profusion : Thou , apart , Above ! beyond ! O tell me , mighty Mind ! Where art thou ? Shall I dive into the deep , 390 393 Call to the sun , or ask the roaring 78 NIGHT FOURTH .
... Built with divine ambition ! nought to thee ; For others this profusion : Thou , apart , Above ! beyond ! O tell me , mighty Mind ! Where art thou ? Shall I dive into the deep , 390 393 Call to the sun , or ask the roaring 78 NIGHT FOURTH .
97. oldal
... nought is great . Sing syrens only ? Do not angels sing ? There is in Poesy a decent pride , Which well becomes her when she speaks to Prose , Her younger sister ; haply , not more wise . Think'st thou , Lorenzo ! to find pastimes here ...
... nought is great . Sing syrens only ? Do not angels sing ? There is in Poesy a decent pride , Which well becomes her when she speaks to Prose , Her younger sister ; haply , not more wise . Think'st thou , Lorenzo ! to find pastimes here ...
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Young's Night Thoughts. with Life, Critcal Diss., and Explanatory Notes, by ... Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Young's Night Thoughts. With Life, Critcal Diss., and Explanatory Notes, by ... Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
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adore ambition angels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris call'd charms creation dark death deep Deity divine dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool genius give glorious glory grave grief guilt happiness hard alternative heart heaven hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mind mismeasured mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passions peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud rapture reason rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strong tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched Young
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18. oldal - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. 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.
17. 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.
7. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
212. oldal - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides ; Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy, That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still ; Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
6. oldal - 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,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
6. oldal - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
34. 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.
67. oldal - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Man makes a death, which nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.
17. 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...
10. oldal - 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 strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.