The Complaint; Or, Night ThoughtsF.C. and J. Rivington; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Cuthell; J. Walker; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; J. Carpenter; W. Otridge; Cadell and Davies; Lackington, Allen, and Company; and J. Mawman., 1813 - 352 oldal |
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6. oldal
... companion's fall . Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal : Even silent night proclaims eternal day . . For human weal , Heaven husbands all events : Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain 6 NIGHT I. THE COMPLAINT .
... companion's fall . Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal : Even silent night proclaims eternal day . . For human weal , Heaven husbands all events : Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain 6 NIGHT I. THE COMPLAINT .
9. oldal
... Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictured joys ! Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whose restless iron tongue Calls daily ...
... Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictured joys ! Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whose restless iron tongue Calls daily ...
16. oldal
... eternal schemes , As we the fatal sisters could out - spin , And , big with life's futurities , expire . Not even PHILANDER had bespoke his shroud ; Nor had he cause : a warning was denied . How many fall as sudden , not as safe ! As ...
... eternal schemes , As we the fatal sisters could out - spin , And , big with life's futurities , expire . Not even PHILANDER had bespoke his shroud ; Nor had he cause : a warning was denied . How many fall as sudden , not as safe ! As ...
19. oldal
... Eternal war with woe . Who bears it best , Deserves it least . - On other themes I'll dwell . LORENZO ! let me turn my thoughts on thee ; And thine , on themes may profit : profit there , Where most thy need : themes , too , the genuine ...
... Eternal war with woe . Who bears it best , Deserves it least . - On other themes I'll dwell . LORENZO ! let me turn my thoughts on thee ; And thine , on themes may profit : profit there , Where most thy need : themes , too , the genuine ...
27. oldal
... short winter's day - say , sages ! say , Wit's oracles ! dreamers of gay dreams ! say , How will you weather an eternal night , Where such expedients fail ? O treacherous conscience ! while ON TIME , DEATH , AND FRIENDSHIP . 27.
... short winter's day - say , sages ! say , Wit's oracles ! dreamers of gay dreams ! say , How will you weather an eternal night , Where such expedients fail ? O treacherous conscience ! while ON TIME , DEATH , AND FRIENDSHIP . 27.
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adore æther ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids bless'd blessings bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death deep DEITY delight divine Dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief groan 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 nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure praise pride proud rapture reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Weybridge wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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3. oldal - 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.
16. oldal - By Nature's law, what may be, may be now ; There 's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn ? Where is to-morrow ? In another world. For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none ; and yet on this perhaps...
5. 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? With the years beyond the flood.
117. oldal - Each moment on the former shuts the grave. While man is growing, life is in decrease, And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste that instant they take fire.
8. oldal - Yon ambient .azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods — O transport ! and of man. Yet man, fool man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh : Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon, Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
6. oldal - What can preserve my life? or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
53. oldal - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die : And shall they languish, shall they die, in vain ? Ungrateful, shall we grieve their hovering shades, Which wait the revolution in our hearts? Shall we disdain their silent, soft, address, Their posthumous advice, and pious prayer ? Senseless as herds that graze their hallo w'd graves, Tread under foot their agonies and groans, Frustrate their anguish, and destroy their deaths...
10. oldal - More mortal than the common births of Fate. Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.
40. oldal - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
5. oldal - Lead it through various scenes of life and death ; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct, than my song...