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 11
... pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , The fingle man ? Are angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : ' Tis the common lot ; In this fhape , or in that ...
... pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , The fingle man ? Are angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : ' Tis the common lot ; In this fhape , or in that ...
الصفحة 12
... pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modish visits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : Give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : But fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy did forrow feize on ...
... pleasure ! fince in pains You rue more modish visits , vifit here , And breathe from your debauch : Give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : But fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy did forrow feize on ...
الصفحة 14
... pleasure is the promise of thy pain . Misfortune , like a creditor severe , But rifes in demand for her delay ; She makes a fcourge of paft profperity , To fting thee more , and double thy distress . LORENZO , fortune makes her court to ...
... pleasure is the promise of thy pain . Misfortune , like a creditor severe , But rifes in demand for her delay ; She makes a fcourge of paft profperity , To fting thee more , and double thy distress . LORENZO , fortune makes her court to ...
الصفحة 26
... pleasure Waste , a pain ; That man might feel his error , if unfeen : And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure ; Not , blund'ring , split on idleness for ease . Life's cares are comforts ; fuch by heav'n defign'd ; He that has none ...
... pleasure Waste , a pain ; That man might feel his error , if unfeen : And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure ; Not , blund'ring , split on idleness for ease . Life's cares are comforts ; fuch by heav'n defign'd ; He that has none ...
الصفحة 38
... Pleasure's bright beam , is feeble in delight : Delight intense , is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . Celestial Happiness , whene'er fhe ftoops To vifit earth , one shrine the goddess finds , And one alone to ...
... Pleasure's bright beam , is feeble in delight : Delight intense , is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . Celestial Happiness , whene'er fhe ftoops To vifit earth , one shrine the goddess finds , And one alone to ...
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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...