Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,James Nichol, 1853 - 327 páginas |
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... Thou art so witty , profligate , and thin , - That thou thyself art Milton , Death , and Sin . " We cannot see very much wit in this epigram , even in that best shape which we have now given it ; but it was not inappro- priate to the ...
... Thou art so witty , profligate , and thin , - That thou thyself art Milton , Death , and Sin . " We cannot see very much wit in this epigram , even in that best shape which we have now given it ; but it was not inappro- priate to the ...
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... Thou God remainest ; nay , thou Man , too , art destined to sur- vive this splendid nursery , and to enter on new Heavens and a new Earth ! The argument of the " Night Thoughts " may be stated in general to be as follows - It is to shew ...
... Thou God remainest ; nay , thou Man , too , art destined to sur- vive this splendid nursery , and to enter on new Heavens and a new Earth ! The argument of the " Night Thoughts " may be stated in general to be as follows - It is to shew ...
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... Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which ...
... Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which ...
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... thou shalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid such mighty plunder , why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? 185 193 200 210 Thy shaft flew ...
... thou shalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid such mighty plunder , why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? 185 193 200 210 Thy shaft flew ...
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... thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Would'st thou I should congratulate thy fate ? 285 293 300 310 I know thou would'st ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of ...
... thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Would'st thou I should congratulate thy fate ? 285 293 300 310 I know thou would'st ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris call'd charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze genius give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mind mismeasured mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passions peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud rapture reason rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye stars Young
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Página 18 - 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 ; 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 17 - 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.
Página 5 - 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.
Página 216 - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides ; Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy, That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still ; Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
Página 227 - Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw, What nothing less than angel can exceed, A man on earth devoted to the skies; Like ships in seas, while in, above the world. With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Página 6 - 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,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
Página 6 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Página 32 - 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 61 - 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 17 - 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...