The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 páginas |
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... hours . Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . 60 It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down - on what ? A fathomless abyss ...
... hours . Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . 60 It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down - on what ? A fathomless abyss ...
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... hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd ...
... hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures marvellously mix'd ...
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... hour , 190 And rarely for the better ; or the best More mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His ...
... hour , 190 And rarely for the better ; or the best More mortal than the common births of Fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His ...
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... hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace , Through the dark postern of time long elapsed , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it proves ...
... hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace , Through the dark postern of time long elapsed , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it proves ...
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... hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults , Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ! 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me : Let thy pride pardon what thy Nature needs , The salutary censure of a ...
... hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults , Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ! 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me : Let thy pride pardon what thy Nature needs , The salutary censure of a ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 5 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.