The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJohnson and Warner, 1816 - 351 من الصفحات |
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... Thou art so witty , profligate , and thin , " Thou seem'st a Milton , with his Death and Sin . ” Soon after his marriage , our author again indulged his poetical vein in two odes , called The Sea Peace , with a poetical Dedication to ...
... Thou art so witty , profligate , and thin , " Thou seem'st a Milton , with his Death and Sin . ” Soon after his marriage , our author again indulged his poetical vein in two odes , called The Sea Peace , with a poetical Dedication to ...
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... thou alone Canst bid his conscious heart the Godhead own . Whom shalt thou not reform ? O thou hast seen How God descends to judge the souls of men . Thou heard'st the sentence how the guilty mourn , Driv'n out from God , and never to ...
... thou alone Canst bid his conscious heart the Godhead own . Whom shalt thou not reform ? O thou hast seen How God descends to judge the souls of men . Thou heard'st the sentence how the guilty mourn , Driv'n out from God , and never to ...
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... THOU ! who didst put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning - stars , Exulting shouted o'er the rising ball ; O THOU ! whose word from solid Darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which ...
... THOU ! who didst put to flight Primæval Silence , when the morning - stars , Exulting shouted o'er the rising ball ; O THOU ! whose word from solid Darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which ...
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... thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ? Would'st thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know 34 THE COMPLAINT .
... thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ? Would'st thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know 34 THE COMPLAINT .
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... thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know thou would'st ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art bless'd ; By dotage ...
... thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know thou would'st ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art bless'd ; By dotage ...
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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.