The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 35
... dread ! Strong Reason's shudder at the dark unknown ! A sun extinguish'd ! à just opening grave ! 650 655 659 And , oh the last , the last ; what ? ( can words express , Thought reach it ? ) the last - silence of a friend ! ' Where are ...
... dread ! Strong Reason's shudder at the dark unknown ! A sun extinguish'd ! à just opening grave ! 650 655 659 And , oh the last , the last ; what ? ( can words express , Thought reach it ? ) the last - silence of a friend ! ' Where are ...
الصفحة 42
... dread her foes , 180 While Nature's loudest dictates I obey'd ? Pardon necessity , bless'd shade of grief And indignation rival bursts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled with my prayer ; Kindled at man , while I his God adored : Sore ...
... dread her foes , 180 While Nature's loudest dictates I obey'd ? Pardon necessity , bless'd shade of grief And indignation rival bursts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled with my prayer ; Kindled at man , while I his God adored : Sore ...
الصفحة 44
... ( Dread day ! ) that interdicts all future change ; That subterranean world , that land of ruin ! Fit walk , Lorenzo ! for proud human thought ! There let my thoughts expatiate , and explore Balsamic truths and healing sentiments , Of all ...
... ( Dread day ! ) that interdicts all future change ; That subterranean world , that land of ruin ! Fit walk , Lorenzo ! for proud human thought ! There let my thoughts expatiate , and explore Balsamic truths and healing sentiments , Of all ...
الصفحة 49
... dread but what frail Life imparts , Nor Life true joy but what kind Death improves . 470 No bliss has Life to boast , till Death can give Far greater . Life's a debtor to the grave ; Dark lattice ! letting in eternal day . Lorenzo blush ...
... dread but what frail Life imparts , Nor Life true joy but what kind Death improves . 470 No bliss has Life to boast , till Death can give Far greater . Life's a debtor to the grave ; Dark lattice ! letting in eternal day . Lorenzo blush ...
الصفحة 50
... dreaded harbingers , Age and disease ; Disease , though long my guest , That plucks my nerves , those tender strings of life : Which pluck'd a little more , will toll the bell That calls my few friends to my funeral ; Where feeble ...
... dreaded harbingers , Age and disease ; Disease , though long my guest , That plucks my nerves , those tender strings of life : Which pluck'd a little more , will toll the bell That calls my few friends to my funeral ; Where feeble ...
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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.