Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,James Nichol, 1853 - 327 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... An irresistible current had long been carrying him on , with many a convulsive recalcitration on his part , to this determination . That great intellect and heart , over which , already , the shadow of the " OF EDWARD YOUNG . ix.
... An irresistible current had long been carrying him on , with many a convulsive recalcitration on his part , to this determination . That great intellect and heart , over which , already , the shadow of the " OF EDWARD YOUNG . ix.
xi. oldal
... heart ; and felt that the gospel alone could fill that aching void , and satisfy those dreary cravings . Hence , Herbert quitted the pleasures of a court ; Chalmers dropped his air - pump and his telescope ; Foster resigned his ...
... heart ; and felt that the gospel alone could fill that aching void , and satisfy those dreary cravings . Hence , Herbert quitted the pleasures of a court ; Chalmers dropped his air - pump and his telescope ; Foster resigned his ...
xii. oldal
... hearts of any of his courtly hearers , is one of the most affecting in the annals of pulpit oratory . Alas ! what preacher who has ever aimed at Young's object , has not been at times tempted to assume Young's attitude , and to shed ...
... hearts of any of his courtly hearers , is one of the most affecting in the annals of pulpit oratory . Alas ! what preacher who has ever aimed at Young's object , has not been at times tempted to assume Young's attitude , and to shed ...
xxvi. oldal
... heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire , Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own . Man too he sung : immortal ...
... heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire , Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own . Man too he sung : immortal ...
10. oldal
... heart encrusted by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grovelling soul ! How , like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In silken thought , which reptile fancy spun , Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit ...
... heart encrusted by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grovelling soul ! How , like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In silken thought , which reptile fancy spun , Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris call'd charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze genius give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness 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 strange tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye stars 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.
5. 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.
216. 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.
227. oldal - Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw, What nothing less than angel can exceed, A man on earth devoted to the skies; Like ships in seas, while in, above the world. With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
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.
32. 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.
61. 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...