The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorParker amd Bliss, 1812 - 273 страница |
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... nature and mirth than with folid fenfe and inftruction . It is alfo obferved of his Night Thoughts , that , though they are chiefly flights of thinking almoft fuper - human , fuch as the defcription of death , from his fecret ftand ...
... nature and mirth than with folid fenfe and inftruction . It is alfo obferved of his Night Thoughts , that , though they are chiefly flights of thinking almoft fuper - human , fuch as the defcription of death , from his fecret ftand ...
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... nature of it . For it differs from the common mode of poetry , which is from long narrations to draw fhort morals . Here , on the contrary , the narrative is short and the morality arifing from it makes the bulk of the poem . The reafon ...
... nature of it . For it differs from the common mode of poetry , which is from long narrations to draw fhort morals . Here , on the contrary , the narrative is short and the morality arifing from it makes the bulk of the poem . The reafon ...
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... nature made a pause , An awful paufe ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be foon fulfill'd : Fate drop the curtain ; I can lofe no more . Silence , and darkness ! folemn fifters ! twins From ancient night , who nurse the ...
... nature made a pause , An awful paufe ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be foon fulfill'd : Fate drop the curtain ; I can lofe no more . Silence , and darkness ! folemn fifters ! twins From ancient night , who nurse the ...
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... nature Of fubtler effence than the trodden clod ; Active , aereal , tow'ring , unconfin'd , Unfetter'd with her grofs companion's fall . Ev'n filent night proclaims my foul immortal : Ev'n filent night proclaims eternal day . For human ...
... nature Of fubtler effence than the trodden clod ; Active , aereal , tow'ring , unconfin'd , Unfetter'd with her grofs companion's fall . Ev'n filent night proclaims my foul immortal : Ev'n filent night proclaims eternal day . For human ...
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... nature has its pains ; And trueft friends , thro ' error , wound our reit . Without misfortune , what calamities ? And what hoftilities , without a foe ? Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth . But endless is the lift of human ills ...
... nature has its pains ; And trueft friends , thro ' error , wound our reit . Without misfortune , what calamities ? And what hoftilities , without a foe ? Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth . But endless is the lift of human ills ...
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againſt ambition angels art thou becauſe beneath beſt bleffings bleft blifs boaſt bofom boundleſs caufe cauſe dæmons darkneſs death defcend Deity deſpair diftant divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcenes feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight firſt fkies fleeps fmiles foar foft fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirit ftars ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf human illuftrious immortal juft juſt laft lefs life's loft Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain paſt peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſhall ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſtars ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne truth univerfal vaft virtue whofe whoſe wife wing wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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Страница 22 - 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.
Страница 13 - 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.
Страница 23 - 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 178 - Ocean ! thou dreadful and tumultuous home Of dangers, at eternal war with man ! Death's capital, where most he domineers...
Страница 23 - 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.
Страница 18 - 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 little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.
Страница 14 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death, And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason; my best will...
Страница 37 - To gentle life's descent We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. We take fair days in winter, for the spring; And turn our blessings into bane.
Страница 73 - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.
Страница 21 - Is heaven tremendous in its frowns ? Most sure; And in its favours formidable too: Its favours here are trials, not rewards; A call to duty, not discharge from care ; And should alarm us full as much as woes...