Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and explanatory notes, by G. Gilfillan, 130. oldal1853 |
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vii. oldal
... in that grandest of all poems , which are so rich and massive as to almost on the sense , are more fairly represented in our common prose transla- press tion than in the poetical paraphrase of Young . We OF EDWARD YOUNG . vii.
... in that grandest of all poems , which are so rich and massive as to almost on the sense , are more fairly represented in our common prose transla- press tion than in the poetical paraphrase of Young . We OF EDWARD YOUNG . vii.
xvi. oldal
... rich and powerful piece of writing . It is full of clear , sharp , sententious truth . Its style palpitates with energy , and glitters with poetic image . We wish we saw it reprinted in a cheap form ; for , although infidelity and ...
... rich and powerful piece of writing . It is full of clear , sharp , sententious truth . Its style palpitates with energy , and glitters with poetic image . We wish we saw it reprinted in a cheap form ; for , although infidelity and ...
7. oldal
... rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd , Connexion exquisite of ...
... rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd , Connexion exquisite of ...
10. oldal
... permanent delight ! Full above measure ! lasting beyond bound ! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , 151 160 170 180 That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , 10 NIGHT FIRST .
... permanent delight ! Full above measure ! lasting beyond bound ! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , 151 160 170 180 That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , 10 NIGHT FIRST .
24. oldal
... rich in time , it may be poor ; Part with it as with money , sparing ; pay No moment , but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth , ask death - beds ; they can tell . Part with it as with life , reluctant ; big With holy hope of ...
... rich in time , it may be poor ; Part with it as with money , sparing ; pay No moment , but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth , ask death - beds ; they can tell . Part with it as with life , reluctant ; big With holy hope of ...
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Young's Night Thoughts. with Life, Critcal Diss., and Explanatory Notes, by ... Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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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.