Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 páginas |
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... mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep 190 Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays 195 His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet ...
... mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep 190 Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays 195 His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet ...
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... mortal , but themselves ; Themselves , when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro ' 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 ...
... mortal , but themselves ; Themselves , when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro ' 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 ...
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... with Eternity . But ill my genius answers my desire ; My sickly song is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my strain . 20 25 30 35 40 For what calls thy disease , LORENZO ? Not 45 18 THE COMPLAINT .
... with Eternity . But ill my genius answers my desire ; My sickly song is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my strain . 20 25 30 35 40 For what calls thy disease , LORENZO ? Not 45 18 THE COMPLAINT .
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... by genius unawak'd , Painim or Christian ; to the blush of wit . Man's highest triumph ! Man's profoundest fall ! The death - bed of the just ! is yet undrawn 605 610 615 By mortal hand : It merits a divine : Angels 36 THE COMPLAINT .
... by genius unawak'd , Painim or Christian ; to the blush of wit . Man's highest triumph ! Man's profoundest fall ! The death - bed of the just ! is yet undrawn 605 610 615 By mortal hand : It merits a divine : Angels 36 THE COMPLAINT .
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Edward Young. By mortal hand : It merits a divine : Angels should paint it , angels ever there ; There , on a post of honour , and of joy . Dare I presume , then ? But PHILANDER bids ; And glory tempts , and inclination calls- 620 Yet am ...
Edward Young. By mortal hand : It merits a divine : Angels should paint it , angels ever there ; There , on a post of honour , and of joy . Dare I presume , then ? But PHILANDER bids ; And glory tempts , and inclination calls- 620 Yet am ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless charms Christian creation dæmons dark Death deep Deity deny'd divine Dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n High Holborn hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light Line live LORENZO Man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace PHILANDER Pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud Reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sov'reign sphere stars stings strange strike sublime thee theme thine thought throne tomb triumph truth Virtue Virtue's WINCHESTER COLLEGE wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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Página 22 - 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.
Página 28 - 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.
Página 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Página 13 - 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.
Página 22 - An heir of glory'! a frail child of dust*! Helpless immortal'! insect infinite*! A worm'! a god*! — I tremble' at myself, And in myself am lost*!
Página 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Página 59 - When in this vale of years I backward look, And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe I still survive...
Página 22 - 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!
Página 13 - Night Thoughts" he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Página 22 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.