The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 من الصفحات |
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... hours . Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . 60 It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down - or what ? A fathomless abyss ...
... hours . Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . 60 It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down - or what ? A fathomless abyss ...
الصفحة 7
... hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , 70 How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd ...
... hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , 70 How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd ...
الصفحة 10
... hour , 190 And rarely for the better ; or the best More mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His ...
... hour , 190 And rarely for the better ; or the best More mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His ...
الصفحة 11
... hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace , Through the dark postern of time long elapsed , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it proves ...
... hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace , Through the dark postern of time long elapsed , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it proves ...
الصفحة 13
... hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults , Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ! 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me : Let thy pride pardon what thy Nature needs , The salutary censure of a ...
... hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults , Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ! 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me : Let thy pride pardon what thy Nature needs , The salutary censure of a ...
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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.