The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Том 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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... dark domain , Is funshine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddefs ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fceptre o'er a flumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
... dark domain , Is funshine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddefs ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fceptre o'er a flumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
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In Four Volumes Edward Young. O THOU , whofe word from folid darkness ftruck That fpark , the fun ; ftrike wisdom from my foul ; My foul , which flies to Thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to their gold ... darkness ftruck ...
In Four Volumes Edward Young. O THOU , whofe word from folid darkness ftruck That fpark , the fun ; ftrike wisdom from my foul ; My foul , which flies to Thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to their gold ... darkness ftruck ...
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... dark postern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the ftilnefs of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleafing Past In queft of wretchedness perversely strays ; And finds ...
... dark postern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the ftilnefs of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleafing Past In queft of wretchedness perversely strays ; And finds ...
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... darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope fo near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it ...
... darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope fo near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it ...
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... darkness ! to the filent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and fteal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire . Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ...
... darkness ! to the filent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and fteal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire . Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ...
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againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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