Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and explanatory notes, by G. Gilfillan, 130. стр.1853 |
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... eternal baldness for hair , with a " stench in- stead of a sweet savour , and burning instead of beauty . " He resolved to proclaim the particulars of this painful yet blessed disenchantment to the ends of the earth , and to all classes ...
... eternal baldness for hair , with a " stench in- stead of a sweet savour , and burning instead of beauty . " He resolved to proclaim the particulars of this painful yet blessed disenchantment to the ends of the earth , and to all classes ...
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... eternal day . For human weal , Heaven husbands all events ; Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore that are not lost ? Why wanders wretched thought their tombs around , In infidel distress ...
... eternal day . For human weal , Heaven husbands all events ; Dull sleep instructs , nor sport vain dreams in vain . Why then their loss deplore that are not lost ? Why wanders wretched thought their tombs around , In infidel distress ...
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... Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! How richly were my noontide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictured joys ! Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whose restless iron tongue Calls daily for ...
... Eternal sunshine in the storms of life ! How richly were my noontide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictured joys ! Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whose restless iron tongue Calls daily for ...
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... eternal schemes , As we the fatal sisters could out - spin , And , big with life's futurities , expire . Not even Philander had bespoke his shroud ; Lorenzo : ' not Young's son , but probably the Earl of Wharton . Nor had he cause ; a ...
... eternal schemes , As we the fatal sisters could out - spin , And , big with life's futurities , expire . Not even Philander had bespoke his shroud ; Lorenzo : ' not Young's son , but probably the Earl of Wharton . Nor had he cause ; a ...
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... eternal scene . If not so frequent , would not this be strange ? That ' tis so frequent , this is stranger still . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about to live , " For ever on the brink of being ...
... eternal scene . If not so frequent , would not this be strange ? That ' tis so frequent , this is stranger still . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about to live , " For ever on the brink of being ...
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ambition angels awful beneath bliss cause creation dark dead death deep Deity denied divine dread dust earth eternal fair fall fate fear feel fire flame fool future give glory gods grave guilt half hand happiness heart heaven hope hour human immortal kind leave less life's light live look Lorenzo man's mankind mean mind mortal nature nature's never night nought o'er once pain passions past peace pleasure poor praise present pride proud reason rich rise round scene seen sense shines sight skies smile song soul speak sphere spirit stars strange strike sure tell thee theme thine things thou thought throne triumph true truth turn virtue whole wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched Young
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 7 - 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?
Страница 212 - 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 6 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Страница 34 - 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 67 - 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 10 - 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, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.