Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityB.C. Buxby, 1818 - 301 страница |
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... happiness herself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . 275 How distant oft the thing we doat on most From that for which we doat , felicity ! The smoothest course of Nature has its pains , And truest friends ...
... happiness herself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . 275 How distant oft the thing we doat on most From that for which we doat , felicity ! The smoothest course of Nature has its pains , And truest friends ...
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... happiness 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Would thou I should congratulate thy fate ? 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from mc . Let thy pride ...
... happiness 300 305 To those whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Would thou I should congratulate thy fate ? 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from mc . Let thy pride ...
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... happiness ; beware All joys but joys that never can expire . Who builds on less than an immortal base , Fond as he seems , condemns his joys to death . Mine died with thee , Philander ! thy last sigh 345 Dissolved the charm ; the ...
... happiness ; beware All joys but joys that never can expire . Who builds on less than an immortal base , Fond as he seems , condemns his joys to death . Mine died with thee , Philander ! thy last sigh 345 Dissolved the charm ; the ...
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... happier clime explore . 335 390 Art thou so moor'd thou canst not disengage , Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future scenes ? Since by life's passing breath , blown up from earth , Light as the summer's dust , we take in air A moment's ...
... happier clime explore . 335 390 Art thou so moor'd thou canst not disengage , Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future scenes ? Since by life's passing breath , blown up from earth , Light as the summer's dust , we take in air A moment's ...
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... happiness ?. That unobtain'd , than folly more a fool ; A melancholy fool , without her bells . Friendship , the means of wisdom , richly gives The precious end which makes our wisdom wise . Nature , in zeal for human amity , Denies or ...
... happiness ?. That unobtain'd , than folly more a fool ; A melancholy fool , without her bells . Friendship , the means of wisdom , richly gives The precious end which makes our wisdom wise . Nature , in zeal for human amity , Denies or ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd canst charms creation dæmons dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust E'en earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal ev'ry fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mind mismeasured mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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Страница 11 - 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 21 - 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 9 - 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 44 - Sweet harmonist! and beautiful as sweet! And young as beautiful! and soft as young! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For Fortune fond, had built her nest on high.
Страница 11 - Though sullied*, and dishonour'd', still divine*? Dim miniature' of greatness absolute*! 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 9 - 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. 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.
Страница 26 - If nothing more than purpose in thy power, Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Страница 136 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits away : Then melts into the spring: soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal, that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Страница 21 - 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 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 applauds.
Страница 10 - 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. But what are ye ? Thou who didst put to flight Primeval Silence, when the morning stars, Exulting, shouted o'er the rising ball — O Thou, whose word from solid darkness struck That spark, the sun, strike wisdom from my soul — My soul, which flies to thee, her trust, her treasure, As misers to their gold, while others rest.