Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and ImmortalityF. and C. Rivington, 1802 - 361 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة viii
... fate , but mine still more unkind ; " His Eve went with him , but mine stays behind . " Another striking instance of his wit is related in reference to Voltaire who , while in England , ( probably at Mr. Dod- dington's seat in ...
... fate , but mine still more unkind ; " His Eve went with him , but mine stays behind . " Another striking instance of his wit is related in reference to Voltaire who , while in England , ( probably at Mr. Dod- dington's seat in ...
الصفحة 6
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ...
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ...
الصفحة 11
... fate . Each Moment has its sickle , emulous , Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 11.
... fate . Each Moment has its sickle , emulous , Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 11.
الصفحة 13
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single ...
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The single ...
الصفحة 15
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? In in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind . That nature's first , last lesson to mankind ; The selfish heart deserves the pain it ...
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? In in infancy , from others ' aid Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind . That nature's first , last lesson to mankind ; The selfish heart deserves the pain it ...
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æther ambition angels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms chimæra creation dæmons dark death deep DEITY delight deny'd divine Dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious infidel life's light live LORENZO lyes man's mankind midnight mind mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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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 19 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, 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 magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
الصفحة 69 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; 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 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 27 - How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
الصفحة 264 - He sees with other eyes than theirs. Where they Behold a sun, he spies a deity : What makes them only smile, makes him adore. Where they see mountains, he but atoms sees : An empire, in his balance, weighs a grain. .They things terrestrial worship as divine ; *His hopes immortal blow them by, as dust, That dims his sight, and shortens his survey, Which longs, in infinite, to lose all bound. Titles and honors (if they prove his fate,) He lays aside, to find his dignity : No dignity they find in aught...
الصفحة xi - 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 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?
الصفحة 296 - Loud ./Etnas fulminate in love to man ; Comets good omens are, when duly scann'd ; And, in their use, eclipses learn to shine. Man is responsible for ills receiv'd ; Those we call wretched are a chosen band, Compell'd to refuge in the right, for peace.
الصفحة 264 - With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.