The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJohnson and Warner, 1816 - 351 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 25
... 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 pinions flies from woe , And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear . From short ...
... 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 pinions flies from woe , And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear . From short ...
الصفحة 26
... Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd ; Fate drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurse the tender ...
... Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be soon fulfill'd ; Fate drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurse the tender ...
الصفحة 27
... natures , marvellously mix'd , Connection exquisite of distant worlds ! Distinguished link in being's endless chain ! Midway from nothing , to the Deity ! A beam ethereal , sully'd and absorpt ! Though sully'd , and dishonour'd , still ...
... natures , marvellously mix'd , Connection exquisite of distant worlds ! Distinguished link in being's endless chain ! Midway from nothing , to the Deity ! A beam ethereal , sully'd and absorpt ! Though sully'd , and dishonour'd , still ...
الصفحة 34
... nature has its pains , And truest friends , through error , wound our rest ; Without misfortune , what calamities ! And ... Nature's first , last lesson to mankind : The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels ; More gen'rous sorrow ...
... nature has its pains , And truest friends , through error , wound our rest ; Without misfortune , what calamities ! And ... Nature's first , last lesson to mankind : The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels ; More gen'rous sorrow ...
الصفحة 35
... nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art bless'd ; By dotage dandled ... Nature's tumult , and chastise her joys , Lest while we clasp , we kill them ; nay , invert To worse than simple ...
... nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art bless'd ; By dotage dandled ... Nature's tumult , and chastise her joys , Lest while we clasp , we kill them ; nay , invert To worse than simple ...
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الصفحة 38 - 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 27 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
الصفحة 38 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
الصفحة 29 - 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 27 - 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 ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
الصفحة 31 - 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 81 - 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.
الصفحة 25 - 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.
الصفحة 56 - Teaching, we learn ; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot. Speech ventilates our intellectual fire; Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
الصفحة 259 - Their no joys end where his full feast begins ; His joys create, theirs murder, future bliss. To triumph in existence his alone ; And his alone triumphantly to think His true existence is not yet begun. His glorious course was, yesterday, complete ; Death then was welcome ; yet life still is sweet.