Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and explanatory notes, by G. Gilfillan, 130. oldal1853 |
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... peace was slain . " In 1736 , a daughter of his wife , by a former husband , died . This was Mrs Temple - the Narcissa of his great poem . Her disease was a lingering one . Young accompanied her to Lyons , where she died , and where her ...
... peace was slain . " In 1736 , a daughter of his wife , by a former husband , died . This was Mrs Temple - the Narcissa of his great poem . Her disease was a lingering one . Young accompanied her to Lyons , where she died , and where her ...
11. oldal
... peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel 16 Thrice : ' alluding to the death of his wife , his daughter Mrs ...
... peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel 16 Thrice : ' alluding to the death of his wife , his daughter Mrs ...
12. oldal
... peace ! Through the dark postern of time long lapsed , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleasing past ; In quest of wretchedness ...
... peace ! Through the dark postern of time long lapsed , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleasing past ; In quest of wretchedness ...
13. oldal
... peace . Man's caution often into danger turns , And his guard falling , crushes him to death . Not happiness itself makes good her name ! Our very wishes give us not our wish . How distant oft the thing we doat on most , From that for ...
... peace . Man's caution often into danger turns , And his guard falling , crushes him to death . Not happiness itself makes good her name ! Our very wishes give us not our wish . How distant oft the thing we doat on most , From that for ...
15. oldal
... peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire . Who builds on less than an immortal base , Fond as he seems , condemns his joys to death . Mine died with thee , Philander ! 1 thy last sigh ...
... peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire . Who builds on less than an immortal base , Fond as he seems , condemns his joys to death . Mine died with thee , Philander ! 1 thy last sigh ...
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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.