Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityB.C. Buxby, 1818 - 301 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... give it then a tongue As if an angel spoke , Is wise in man . 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 . It is the signal that demands despatch ...
... give it then a tongue As if an angel spoke , Is wise in man . 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 . It is the signal that demands despatch ...
الصفحة 15
... give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you . But so great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did sorrow seize on such alone : Not prudence can defend , or virtue save ; Disease invades the chastest temperance , And ...
... give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you . But so great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did sorrow seize on such alone : Not prudence can defend , or virtue save ; Disease invades the chastest temperance , And ...
الصفحة 16
... give Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief . Take , then , O world ! thy much indebted tear ; How sad a sight is human happiness 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an ...
... give Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief . Take , then , O world ! thy much indebted tear ; How sad a sight is human happiness 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an ...
الصفحة 19
... er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget Philander ? that were strange ! O my full heart ! -But should I give it vent , 430 435 The longest night , though longer far , would fail ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 19.
... er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget Philander ? that were strange ! O my full heart ! -But should I give it vent , 430 435 The longest night , though longer far , would fail ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 19.
الصفحة 24
... give ; 105 Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile . Who murders Time , he crushes in the birth 110 A pow'r ethereal , only not adored . Ah ! how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless , thankless , inconsistent man ! Like ...
... give ; 105 Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile . Who murders Time , he crushes in the birth 110 A pow'r ethereal , only not adored . Ah ! how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless , thankless , inconsistent man ! Like ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd canst charms creation dæmons dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust E'en earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal ev'ry fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mind mismeasured mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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الصفحة 11 - The bell strikes one. 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 21 - 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 9 - I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea. of dreams Tumultuous; where my wreck'd, desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove, her helm of reason lost.
الصفحة 44 - 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 ! For Fortune fond, had built her nest on high.
الصفحة 11 - Though sullied*, and dishonour'd', still divine*? Dim miniature' of greatness absolute*! 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*!
الصفحة 9 - 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. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose, I wake: How happy they, who wake no more! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
الصفحة 26 - If nothing more than purpose in thy power, Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
الصفحة 136 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits away : Then melts into the spring: soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal, that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
الصفحة 21 - tis so frequent, this is stranger still. 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 applauds.
الصفحة 10 - That column of true majesty in man ! — Assist me ; I will thank you in the grave ; The grave your kingdom ; there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine. But what are ye ? Thou who didst put to flight Primeval 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 flies to thee, her trust, her treasure, As misers to their gold, while others rest.