Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityLongman, Orme, and Company; T. Cadell; Baldwin and Cradock; J. G. and F. Rivington; Newman and Company; Whittaker and Company; Sherwood and Company; T. Tegg; ... [and 8 others], 1839 - 280 páginas |
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... pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe . The day too short for my distress ; and night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless ...
... pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe . The day too short for my distress ; and night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless ...
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... pain the mantled pool , Or scaled the cliff , or danced on hollow winds With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight , tho ' devious , speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod , Active , aërial ...
... pain the mantled pool , Or scaled the cliff , or danced on hollow winds With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight , tho ' devious , speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod , Active , aërial ...
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... Pain , and Chance , and Death 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 ...
... Pain , and Chance , and Death 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 ...
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... pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The ... pain . War , famine , pest , volcano , storm , and fire , Intestine broils , Oppression , with her heart Wrapt up in ...
... pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me , The ... pain . War , famine , pest , volcano , storm , and fire , Intestine broils , Oppression , with her heart Wrapt up in ...
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... pains , And truest friends , through error , wound our rest . Without misfortune what calamities ! And what hostilities ... pain it feels : More generous sorrow , while it sinks , exalts ; ( And conscious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor ...
... pains , And truest friends , through error , wound our rest . Without misfortune what calamities ! And what hostilities ... pain it feels : More generous sorrow , while it sinks , exalts ; ( And conscious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor ...
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Página 2 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I 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!
Página 22 - 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 12 - And why ? Because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death : Even with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop...
Página 18 - 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 185 - 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 12 - 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. And why ? Because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro...
Página 3 - It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss ! A dread eternity! How surely mine! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Página 1 - From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose, I wake : how happy they, who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove, her helm of reason lost.
Página 17 - 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 38 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love; For us they languish, and for us they die : And shall they languish, shall they die, in vain ? Ungrateful, shall we grieve their hovering shades Which wait the revolution in our hearts?