Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory NotesJames Nichol, 1853 - 327 oldal |
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xv. oldal
... darkness , and seeming to answer the far signal of those mightier luminaries which are burning above in the Great Bear and Orion - the poet the while now dipping his pen to indite his ardent immortalities - now leaning his head on his ...
... darkness , and seeming to answer the far signal of those mightier luminaries which are burning above in the Great Bear and Orion - the poet the while now dipping his pen to indite his ardent immortalities - now leaning his head on his ...
xx. oldal
... darkness , or to echo through its depths — the voices scarce less solemn , which often break its silence , of howling winds , and wailing rivers , and shrieking tempests , and groaning thunders , and the wild cries of human misery and ...
... darkness , or to echo through its depths — the voices scarce less solemn , which often break its silence , of howling winds , and wailing rivers , and shrieking tempests , and groaning thunders , and the wild cries of human misery and ...
xxi. oldal
... dark and mournful con- templations on Man , Death , Infidelity , and Earth's " melan- choly map , " he sees the stars like bright milestones on the way to heaven , and his spirit is glad within him , and tumul- tuous is the grandeur ...
... dark and mournful con- templations on Man , Death , Infidelity , and Earth's " melan- choly map , " he sees the stars like bright milestones on the way to heaven , and his spirit is glad within him , and tumul- tuous is the grandeur ...
xxvi. oldal
... darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire , Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or his , who ...
... darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire , Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or his , who ...
6. oldal
... dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
... dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful 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 George Gilfillan give glorious glory gods grandeur 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 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 wish wonder wretched 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.
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.
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.
9. 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...
11. 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.
26. oldal - If nothing more than purpose in thy power, Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more* In faith and hope the world will disagree ; But all mankind's concern is charity.