Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 22
... wishes : Wing'd by Heav'n To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where seraphs gather immortality . 140 On Life's fair tree , fast by the throne of God , What golden joys ambrosial clust'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the ...
... wishes : Wing'd by Heav'n To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where seraphs gather immortality . 140 On Life's fair tree , fast by the throne of God , What golden joys ambrosial clust'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the ...
الصفحة 22
... wishes give us not our wish . Our How distant oft the thing we doat on most , From that for which we doat , felicity ! The smoothest course of Nature has its pains ; peace . 275 And truest friends , through error , wound our rest ...
... wishes give us not our wish . Our How distant oft the thing we doat on most , From that for which we doat , felicity ! The smoothest course of Nature has its pains ; peace . 275 And truest friends , through error , wound our rest ...
الصفحة 22
... wish , 415 420 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 ...
... wish , 415 420 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 ...
الصفحة 22
... Deity ; and ' tis decreed , Who thwart His will shall contradict their own . Hence our unnat❜ral quarrel with ourselves ; Our thoughts at enmity ; our bosom - broil ; 170 We push Time from us , and we wish him 22 THE COMPLAINT .
... Deity ; and ' tis decreed , Who thwart His will shall contradict their own . Hence our unnat❜ral quarrel with ourselves ; Our thoughts at enmity ; our bosom - broil ; 170 We push Time from us , and we wish him 22 THE COMPLAINT .
الصفحة 23
Edward Young. We push Time from us , and we wish him back ; Lavish of lustrums , and yet fond of life ; Life we think long and short - Death seek - and shun ; Body , and soul , like peevish man and wife , United jar , and yet are loth to ...
Edward Young. We push Time from us , and we wish him back ; Lavish of lustrums , and yet fond of life ; Life we think long and short - Death seek - and shun ; Body , and soul , like peevish man and wife , United jar , and yet are loth to ...
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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.