Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJ. Kay, Jun. and Brother, 1839 - 301 páginas |
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... feel the solemn sound . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours . Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd ...
... feel the solemn sound . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours . Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd ...
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... feels : More gen'rous sorrow , while it sinks , exalts ; And conscious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue more than prudence bids me give Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief ...
... feels : More gen'rous sorrow , while it sinks , exalts ; And conscious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue more than prudence bids me give Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief ...
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... feel his error if unseen , And teeng , fly to labour for his cure ; Not blund ring , split on idleness for ease . Life's cares are comforts ; such by Heav'n design'd ; He that hath nce must make them , or be wretched . Cares are ...
... feel his error if unseen , And teeng , fly to labour for his cure ; Not blund ring , split on idleness for ease . Life's cares are comforts ; such by Heav'n design'd ; He that hath nce must make them , or be wretched . Cares are ...
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... feeling of futurity benumb'd ; All god - like passion for eternals quench'd ; All relish of realities expired ; Renounced all correspondence with the skies : Our freedom chain'd ; quite wingless our desire ; In sense dark - prison'd all ...
... feeling of futurity benumb'd ; All god - like passion for eternals quench'd ; All relish of realities expired ; Renounced all correspondence with the skies : Our freedom chain'd ; quite wingless our desire ; In sense dark - prison'd all ...
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... feel , He scarce believes he's older for his years : Thus at life's latest eve , we keep in store One disappointment sure , to crown the rest ; The disappointment of a promised hour . On this or similar , Philander , thou , Whose mind ...
... feel , He scarce believes he's older for his years : Thus at life's latest eve , we keep in store One disappointment sure , to crown the rest ; The disappointment of a promised hour . On this or similar , Philander , thou , Whose mind ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd canst charms creation dæmons dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust E'en earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal ev'ry fair fame fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo Lucifer man's mankind midnight mighty mind mismeasured mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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Página 23 - Youth is not rich in time, it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Página 27 - 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.
Página 59 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Man makes a death, which nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.
Página 40 - 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 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 Yet am I struck; as struck the soul, beneath Aerial Groves...
Página 221 - He sees with other eyes than theirs. Where they Behold a sun, he spies a deity : What makes them only smile, makes him adore. Where they see mountains, he but atoms sees : An empire, in his balance, weighs a grain. .They things terrestrial worship as divine ; *His hopes immortal blow them by, as dust, That dims his sight, and shortens his survey, Which longs, in infinite, to lose all bound. Titles and honors (if they prove his fate,) He lays aside, to find his dignity : No dignity they find in aught...
Página 9 - Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve, — That column of true majesty in man...
Página 82 - Talk they of morals ? O thou bleeding Love ! Thou maker of new morals to mankind ! The grand morality is love of Thee.
Página 26 - To man's false optics (from his folly false) 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.
Página 76 - Thou, my all ! My theme ! my inspiration ! and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth ! — my world ! My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast through time ! bliss through eternity ! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise ! Or fathom thy profound of love to man...
Página 88 - Virtue, for ever frail, as fair, below, Her tender nature suffers in the crowd, Nor touches on the world, without a stain : The world's infectious ; few bring back at eve, Immaculate, the manners of the morn.