Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,James Nichol, 1853 - 327 oldal |
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xvi. oldal
... wisdom , and burning almost with prophetic fire . Young , in fact , was not generally appreciated during his lifetime . Tried by the Boileau and Pope standard , his writ- ings were pronounced turgid , strained , and extravagant . Even ...
... wisdom , and burning almost with prophetic fire . Young , in fact , was not generally appreciated during his lifetime . Tried by the Boileau and Pope standard , his writ- ings were pronounced turgid , strained , and extravagant . Even ...
xxv. oldal
... wisdom was set in enthusiasm as in a ring of fire , were proper subjects of comparison . And it is strange how he should introduce the name of Cicero , as if he were not that very master of amplification , and of over- copiousness of ...
... wisdom was set in enthusiasm as in a ring of fire , were proper subjects of comparison . And it is strange how he should introduce the name of Cicero , as if he were not that very master of amplification , and of over- copiousness of ...
6. oldal
... wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Through this opaque of nature , and of soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten , and ...
... wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Through this opaque of nature , and of soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten , and ...
7. oldal
... Wisdom to wed , and pay her long arrear : Nor let the phial of thy vengeance , pour'd On this devoted head , be pour'd in vain . The bell strikes one . We take no note of time But from its loss . To give it then a tongue Is wise in man ...
... Wisdom to wed , and pay her long arrear : Nor let the phial of thy vengeance , pour'd On this devoted head , be pour'd in vain . The bell strikes one . We take no note of time But from its loss . To give it then a tongue Is wise in man ...
16. oldal
... wisdom into folly turns Oft , the first instant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; Clouds thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; We penetrate , we prophesy ...
... wisdom into folly turns Oft , the first instant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; Clouds thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; We penetrate , we prophesy ...
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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...