The complaint; or, Night thoughts, on life, death, and immortality. [Followed by] A paraphrase on part of the book of Job. With the life of the author [signed G.W.].Thomas Tegg, 1815 - 312 من الصفحات |
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... proud words and vain ! Implicit treason to divine degree ! A bold invasion of the rights of heav'n ! I clasp'd the phantoms , and I found them air . O had I weigh'd it ere my fond embrace ! What darts of agony had miss'd my heart ...
... proud words and vain ! Implicit treason to divine degree ! A bold invasion of the rights of heav'n ! I clasp'd the phantoms , and I found them air . O had I weigh'd it ere my fond embrace ! What darts of agony had miss'd my heart ...
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... proud Assyrian pale , Ere - while high - flush'd , with insolence , and wine ? Like that , the dial speaks ; and points to thee , LORENZO ! loth to break thy banquet up : “ O man , thy kingdom is departing from thee ; " And , while it ...
... proud Assyrian pale , Ere - while high - flush'd , with insolence , and wine ? Like that , the dial speaks ; and points to thee , LORENZO ! loth to break thy banquet up : “ O man , thy kingdom is departing from thee ; " And , while it ...
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... proud resource ? " Tis poor , as proud , by converse unsustain'd . Rude thought runs wild in Contemplation's field ; Converse , the menage , breaks it to the bit Of due restraint ; and Emulation's spur Gives graceful energy , by rivals ...
... proud resource ? " Tis poor , as proud , by converse unsustain'd . Rude thought runs wild in Contemplation's field ; Converse , the menage , breaks it to the bit Of due restraint ; and Emulation's spur Gives graceful energy , by rivals ...
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... proud man that is asham'd to weep ; Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our shame . Ye that e'er lost an angel , pity me ! Soon as the lustre languish'd in her eye , Dawning a dimmer day on human sight ; And on her cheek , the residence ...
... proud man that is asham'd to weep ; Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our shame . Ye that e'er lost an angel , pity me ! Soon as the lustre languish'd in her eye , Dawning a dimmer day on human sight ; And on her cheek , the residence ...
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... ( Dread day ! ) that interdicts all future change ! That subterranean world , that land of ruin ! Fit walk , LORENZO , for proud human thought ! There let my thought expatiate , and explore Balsamic truths NIGHT THE THIRD , 13.
... ( Dread day ! ) that interdicts all future change ! That subterranean world , that land of ruin ! Fit walk , LORENZO , for proud human thought ! There let my thought expatiate , and explore Balsamic truths NIGHT THE THIRD , 13.
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ambition angels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast book of Job boundless call'd canst chimæra creation dæmons dark death deep Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious infidels know'st life's light live LORENZO man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason rise sacred scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars storm thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb tremble triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester college wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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الصفحة 3 - 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 3 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
الصفحة 13 - Fate 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 : Even with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
الصفحة 6 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze.
الصفحة 4 - 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 288 - When tired with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn ; Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, Or death quite breaks the spring, and motion ends.
الصفحة 1 - 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. 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 54 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
الصفحة 4 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom : The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed...
الصفحة 247 - One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! Nor tarries there; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.