Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 11
... look'd when from the garden driv'n , " And thus disputed orders sent from Heav'n : " Like him I go , but yet to go am loth : " Like him I go , for angels drove us both . " Hard was his fate , but mine still more unkind ; " His EVE went ...
... look'd when from the garden driv'n , " And thus disputed orders sent from Heav'n : " Like him I go , but yet to go am loth : " Like him I go , for angels drove us both . " Hard was his fate , but mine still more unkind ; " His EVE went ...
الصفحة 22
... Look down - On what ? A fathomless abyss ; A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful ...
... Look down - On what ? A fathomless abyss ; A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful ...
الصفحة 22
... Look down - On what ? A fathomless abyss ; A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful ...
... Look down - On what ? A fathomless abyss ; A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful ...
الصفحة 22
... looks on me , on all : That Pow'R who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill ( Emblem of that which shall awake the dead ) , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . 5 Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ...
... looks on me , on all : That Pow'R who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill ( Emblem of that which shall awake the dead ) , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . 5 Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ...
الصفحة 23
... looks on Time as nothing . Nothing else Is truly Man's ; ' tis Fortune's - Time's a god . Hast thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , or against , what wonders can he do ! And will : To stand blank neuter he disdains . 190 195 ...
... looks on Time as nothing . Nothing else Is truly Man's ; ' tis Fortune's - Time's a god . Hast thou ne'er heard of Time's omnipotence ? For , or against , what wonders can he do ! And will : To stand blank neuter he disdains . 190 195 ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless charms Christian creation dæmons dark Death deep Deity deny'd divine Dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n High Holborn hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light Line live LORENZO Man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace PHILANDER Pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud Reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sov'reign sphere stars stings strange strike sublime thee theme thine thought throne tomb triumph truth Virtue Virtue's WINCHESTER COLLEGE wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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الصفحة 22 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - 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.
الصفحة 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
الصفحة 13 - 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.
الصفحة 22 - 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*!
الصفحة 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
الصفحة 59 - When in this vale of years I backward look, And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe I still survive...
الصفحة 22 - 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 ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!
الصفحة 13 - Night Thoughts" he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
الصفحة 22 - 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.