The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJohnson and Warner, 1816 - 351 oldal |
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19. oldal
... genius , even accompanied with piety , is not always most ornamental to domestic life ; and " the prose of ordinary occurrences , " says Croft , " is beneath the dignity of poets . 1 Temple - gate , and 10001. to his house DR . YOUNG . 19.
... genius , even accompanied with piety , is not always most ornamental to domestic life ; and " the prose of ordinary occurrences , " says Croft , " is beneath the dignity of poets . 1 Temple - gate , and 10001. to his house DR . YOUNG . 19.
29. oldal
... beneath the moon , Here pinions all his wishes ; wing'd by Heav'n To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where seraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , fast by the throne of God . What golden joys ambrosial clust❜ring glow ...
... beneath the moon , Here pinions all his wishes ; wing'd by Heav'n To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where seraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , fast by the throne of God . What golden joys ambrosial clust❜ring glow ...
31. oldal
... beneath . Here teems with revolutions ev'ry hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires ...
... beneath . Here teems with revolutions ev'ry hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires ...
45. oldal
... beneath , we groan beneath an hour . We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The next amusement mortgages our fields ; Slight inconvenience ! prisons hardly frown , From hateful Time , if prisons set us free . Yet when Death kindly ...
... beneath , we groan beneath an hour . We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The next amusement mortgages our fields ; Slight inconvenience ! prisons hardly frown , From hateful Time , if prisons set us free . Yet when Death kindly ...
48. oldal
... beneath the skies ; The skies , which watch him in his new abode , Measuring his motions by revolving spheres ; That horologe machinery divine . Hours , days , and months , and years , his children play , Like num'rous wings , around ...
... beneath the skies ; The skies , which watch him in his new abode , Measuring his motions by revolving spheres ; That horologe machinery divine . Hours , days , and months , and years , his children play , Like num'rous wings , around ...
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The Complaint: Or, Night-Thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality Edward Young Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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ambition angels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd 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 EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n Henry Pelham hope hour human illustrious Infidel life's light live LORENZO lustre man's mankind midnight mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure pow'r praise pride proud racters reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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38. 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.
27. oldal - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
38. oldal - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
29. oldal - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
27. oldal - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, . And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
31. oldal - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
81. 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.
25. oldal - TIRED 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.
56. oldal - Teaching, we learn ; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot. Speech ventilates our intellectual fire; Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
259. oldal - Their no joys end where his full feast begins ; His joys create, theirs murder, future bliss. To triumph in existence his alone ; And his alone triumphantly to think His true existence is not yet begun. His glorious course was, yesterday, complete ; Death then was welcome ; yet life still is sweet.