The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
... bliss is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , 480 That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , And quite unparadise the realms of light . 186 Safe are you lodged above these rolling spheres , The baleful ...
... bliss is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , 480 That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , And quite unparadise the realms of light . 186 Safe are you lodged above these rolling spheres , The baleful ...
الصفحة 11
... bliss ! from Fortune's smile , Precarious courtesy ! not Virtue's sure , Self - given , solar , ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too ...
... bliss ! from Fortune's smile , Precarious courtesy ! not Virtue's sure , Self - given , solar , ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too ...
الصفحة 32
... bliss , Superior wisdom , crown'd win smiling joy . 536 But for whom blossoms this Elysian flower ? Abroad they find who cherish it at home . Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts , An honest love , and not afraid to frown . Though ...
... bliss , Superior wisdom , crown'd win smiling joy . 536 But for whom blossoms this Elysian flower ? Abroad they find who cherish it at home . Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts , An honest love , and not afraid to frown . Though ...
الصفحة 34
... bliss for gods ! on earth how rare ! On earth how lost ! -Philander is no more . 590 595 Think'st thou the theme intoxicates my song ? Am I too warm ? -Too warm I cannot be . I loved him much , but now I love him more . Like birds ...
... bliss for gods ! on earth how rare ! On earth how lost ! -Philander is no more . 590 595 Think'st thou the theme intoxicates my song ? Am I too warm ? -Too warm I cannot be . I loved him much , but now I love him more . Like birds ...
الصفحة 39
... bliss , From the first blossom , from the buds of joy ; Those few our noxious fate unblasted leaves , In this inclement clime of human life . Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And ...
... bliss , From the first blossom , from the buds of joy ; Those few our noxious fate unblasted leaves , In this inclement clime of human life . Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast bosom boundless breast call'd charms CHIG dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust E'en earth endless ERSITY eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo lustre man's mankind midnight mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passions 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 strange sublunary tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth UNIV virtue Virtue's wing wisdom wise wonder wretched Ye Stars
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الصفحة 18 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
الصفحة 9 - 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 1 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
الصفحة 10 - 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 1 - 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 ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!
الصفحة 41 - 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 13 - The man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death ; He walks with Nature, and her paths are peace.
الصفحة 10 - 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.