Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 страница |
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... sight is human happiness , 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an 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 ...
... sight is human happiness , 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an 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 ...
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... How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; We penetrate , we prophesy in vain . 366 Time is dealt out by particles ; and each , 12 THE COMPLAINT .
... How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 360 Clouds , thick as those on doomsday , drown the next ; We penetrate , we prophesy in vain . 366 Time is dealt out by particles ; and each , 12 THE COMPLAINT .
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... sight , As lands and cities with their glitt'ring spires To the poor shatter'd bark , by sudden storm Thrown off to sea , and soon to perish there ; Will toys amuse ? No : Thrones will then be toys , And earth and skies seem dust upon ...
... sight , As lands and cities with their glitt'ring spires To the poor shatter'd bark , by sudden storm Thrown off to sea , and soon to perish there ; Will toys amuse ? No : Thrones will then be toys , And earth and skies seem dust upon ...
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... sight ! Ye delicate ! who nothing can support , Yourselves most insupportable ! for whom The winter rose must blow , the Sun put on 240 A brighter beam in Leo , silky soft Favonius breathe still softer , or be chid , And other worlds ...
... sight ! Ye delicate ! who nothing can support , Yourselves most insupportable ! for whom The winter rose must blow , the Sun put on 240 A brighter beam in Leo , silky soft Favonius breathe still softer , or be chid , And other worlds ...
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... sight ; Rich to the taste , and genuine from the heart . High - flavour'd bliss for gods ! on earth how rare ! On earth how lost ! -PHILANDER is no more . 590 595 Think'st thou the theme intoxicates my song ? And I too warm ? -Too warm ...
... sight ; Rich to the taste , and genuine from the heart . High - flavour'd bliss for gods ! on earth how rare ! On earth how lost ! -PHILANDER is no more . 590 595 Think'st thou the theme intoxicates my song ? And I too warm ? -Too warm ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Страница 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.
Страница 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*!
Страница 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.