The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalitySage & Thompson, no. 149 Pearl-street, L. Nichols, print., 1805 - 258 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 38
الصفحة 3
... dead , but the master is still living . Before the man died , they were one day going to dig , and set some flowers , & c . in this spot where she was buried . The man said to his master , Don't dig there ; for , so many years ago , 1 ...
... dead , but the master is still living . Before the man died , they were one day going to dig , and set some flowers , & c . in this spot where she was buried . The man said to his master , Don't dig there ; for , so many years ago , 1 ...
الصفحة 13
... o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse B Of life stood still , and nature made a pause THE ...
... o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse B Of life stood still , and nature made a pause THE ...
الصفحة 16
... dead . This is the desart , this the solitude : How populous , how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
... dead . This is the desart , this the solitude : How populous , how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
الصفحة 19
... dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! To shock us more , solicit us in vain ! Ye silken sons of pleasure ! since in pains You rue more ...
... dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity ! To shock us more , solicit us in vain ! Ye silken sons of pleasure ! since in pains You rue more ...
الصفحة 21
... dead ! thou poor , pale piece Of out - cast earth , in darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! thy darling hope so near , ( Long labor'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek ! ambition truly great , Of virtuous praise ...
... dead ! thou poor , pale piece Of out - cast earth , in darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! thy darling hope so near , ( Long labor'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek ! ambition truly great , Of virtuous praise ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth endless eternal ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud reason reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 22 - 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.
الصفحة 14 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. 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...
الصفحة 13 - 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. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
الصفحة 23 - 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 applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
الصفحة 23 - 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 59 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies :" And " Dust to dust
الصفحة 232 - What am I ? and from whence ? — I nothing know, But that I am; and, since I am, conclude Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, Nought still had been : eternal there must be.
الصفحة 59 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
الصفحة 113 - J on Alps ; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids: Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.
الصفحة 55 - tis our harvest, rich And ripe : what though the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain; More than thy balm, O Gilead, heals the wound.