Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and explanatory notes, by G. Gilfillan, 130. oldal1853 |
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xiv. oldal
... virtue ; his piety was undebased by gloom or enthusiasm ; he was regular in the performance of all its duties , both in public and in private . In his do- mestic character he was amiable as he was venerable in the Christian . His ...
... virtue ; his piety was undebased by gloom or enthusiasm ; he was regular in the performance of all its duties , both in public and in private . In his do- mestic character he was amiable as he was venerable in the Christian . His ...
12. oldal
... virtue's sure , Self - given , solar ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace ! Through the dark postern of time long ...
... virtue's sure , Self - given , solar ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace ! Through the dark postern of time long ...
14. oldal
... virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue , more than prudence , bids me give Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief . Take then , O world ! thy much - indebted tear : How sad a sight ...
... virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue , more than prudence , bids me give Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief . Take then , O world ! thy much - indebted tear : How sad a sight ...
25. oldal
... virtue more divine . Is this our duty , wisdom , glory , gain ? ( These Heaven benign in vital union binds ) And ... Virtue , or purposed virtue , still be thine ; This cancels thy complaint at once , this leaves In act no trifle , and ...
... virtue more divine . Is this our duty , wisdom , glory , gain ? ( These Heaven benign in vital union binds ) And ... Virtue , or purposed virtue , still be thine ; This cancels thy complaint at once , this leaves In act no trifle , and ...
38. oldal
... Virtue alone entenders us for life : I wrong her much - entenders us for ever : Of friendship's fairest fruits , the fruit most fair Is virtue kindling at a rival fire , 495 503 510 520 And , emulously , rapid in her race . O 38 NIGHT ...
... Virtue alone entenders us for life : I wrong her much - entenders us for ever : Of friendship's fairest fruits , the fruit most fair Is virtue kindling at a rival fire , 495 503 510 520 And , emulously , rapid in her race . O 38 NIGHT ...
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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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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.