The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 5
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth 20 Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ...
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth 20 Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ...
الصفحة 6
... Fate drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins 30 From ancient Night , who nurse the tender thought To Reason , and on reason build resolve ( That column of true majesty in man , ) Assist me ...
... Fate drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins 30 From ancient Night , who nurse the tender thought To Reason , and on reason build resolve ( That column of true majesty in man , ) Assist me ...
الصفحة 10
... 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 196 Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The ...
... 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 196 Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The ...
الصفحة 11
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear , And every pleasure pains ine to the heart . 220 225 230 240 Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the Sun his lustre but ...
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the blessings once so dear , And every pleasure pains ine to the heart . 220 225 230 240 Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the Sun his lustre but ...
الصفحة 13
... Fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? In age , 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 ...
... Fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who sorrow for myself ? In age , 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 ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd blessings bliss blood divine boast bosom boundless breast call'd charms Creation crown dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust e'en earth endless eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light Lorenzo lustre 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 praise pride proud rapture Reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm sweet tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth Twill virtue Virtue's wing wisdom wise wonder wretched Ye Stars
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الصفحة 15 - 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 10 - 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 16 - 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 16 - Tis not in Folly, not to scorn a fool; And scarce in human wisdom, to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, 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...
الصفحة 9 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge...
الصفحة 5 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
الصفحة 22 - Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, And seems to creep, decrepit with his age ; Behold him, when past by ; what then is seen, But his broad pinions swifter than the winds ? And all mankind, in contradiction strong, Rueful, aghast ! cry out on his career.
الصفحة 53 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
الصفحة 161 - Know'st thou the' importance of a soul immortal ? Behold this midnight glory : worlds on worlds ! Amazing pomp ; redouble this amaze ! Ten thousand add ; add twice ten thousand more ; Then weigh the whole ; one soul outweighs them all, And calls the' astonishing magnificence Of unintelligent creation poor.
الصفحة 15 - 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.