The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, المجلد 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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الصفحة 7
... fire ? They live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an eye Of tenderness , let heav'nly pity fall On me , more juftly number'd with the dead . This is the defart , this the folitude : How populous ...
... fire ? They live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an eye Of tenderness , let heav'nly pity fall On me , more juftly number'd with the dead . This is the defart , this the folitude : How populous ...
الصفحة 8
... fire . Embryos we muft be , till we burft the shell , Yon ambient azure fhell , and spring to life , The life of ... fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptur'd , or alarm'd , At aught this fcene ...
... fire . Embryos we muft be , till we burft the shell , Yon ambient azure fhell , and spring to life , The life of ... fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptur'd , or alarm'd , At aught this fcene ...
الصفحة 11
... Fire , Inteftine broils , oppreffion , with her heart Wrapt up in triple brafs , befiege mankind . God's image difinherited of day , Here , plung'd in mines , forgets a fun was made . There , beings deathless as their haughty lord , Are ...
... Fire , Inteftine broils , oppreffion , with her heart Wrapt up in triple brafs , befiege mankind . God's image difinherited of day , Here , plung'd in mines , forgets a fun was made . There , beings deathless as their haughty lord , Are ...
الصفحة 18
... fire . Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain t Or His , who made Mæonides our Own . Man too He fung : Immortal man I fing ; Oft burfts my fong beyond the bounds of life ; What ...
... fire . Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain t Or His , who made Mæonides our Own . Man too He fung : Immortal man I fing ; Oft burfts my fong beyond the bounds of life ; What ...
الصفحة 28
... fire ; In his immutability to neft , When worlds , that count his circles now , unhing'd , ( Fate the loud fignal founding ) headlong rush To timeless night and chaos , whence they rofe . Why fpur the speedy ? Why with levities New ...
... fire ; In his immutability to neft , When worlds , that count his circles now , unhing'd , ( Fate the loud fignal founding ) headlong rush To timeless night and chaos , whence they rofe . Why fpur the speedy ? Why with levities New ...
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againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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الصفحة 72 - 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.
الصفحة 18 - 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 7 - 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.
الصفحة 19 - 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 9 - 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.
الصفحة 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
الصفحة 52 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good...
الصفحة 36 - 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 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
الصفحة 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...