Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,James Nichol, 1853 - 327 страница |
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... dread protest , all these elements of interest and grandeur had existed from the beginning of the world in Night , and yet had never , till Young arose , awakened any consecutive and lofty strain of poetic adoration . Many beautiful and ...
... dread protest , all these elements of interest and grandeur had existed from the beginning of the world in Night , and yet had never , till Young arose , awakened any consecutive and lofty strain of poetic adoration . Many beautiful and ...
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... dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him ...
... dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ! How passing wonder He who made him ...
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... dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life , or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . " Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof ...
... dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life , or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . " Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof ...
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... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where pass'd the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought ...
... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where pass'd the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought ...
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... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : Oh , what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : Oh , what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris call'd charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze genius give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven 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 Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passions peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud rapture reason rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wonder wretched ye stars 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 5 - 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.
Страница 216 - 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 227 - Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw, What nothing less than angel can exceed, A man on earth devoted to the skies; Like ships in seas, while in, above the world. With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
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 32 - 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 61 - 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...