The Complaint; Or, Night ThoughtsF.C. and J. Rivington; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Cuthell; J. Walker; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; J. Carpenter; W. Otridge; Cadell and Davies; Lackington, Allen, and Company; and J. Mawman., 1813 - 352 страница |
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... mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost ...
... mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost ...
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... means . ; Know , like the Median , fate is in thy walls : Dost ask , How ? Whence ? Belshazzar - like , amazed ? Man's make encloses the sure seeds of death ; Life feeds the murderer : ingrate ! he thrives On her own meal , and then his ...
... means . ; Know , like the Median , fate is in thy walls : Dost ask , How ? Whence ? Belshazzar - like , amazed ? Man's make encloses the sure seeds of death ; Life feeds the murderer : ingrate ! he thrives On her own meal , and then his ...
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... means of 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 ...
... means of 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 ...
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... means ; An end , deplorable ! a means , divine ! When ' tis our all , ' tis nothing ; worse than nought ; A nest of pains ; when held as nothing , much : Like some fair humourists , life is most enjoy'd , When courted least ; most worth ...
... means ; An end , deplorable ! a means , divine ! When ' tis our all , ' tis nothing ; worse than nought ; A nest of pains ; when held as nothing , much : Like some fair humourists , life is most enjoy'd , When courted least ; most worth ...
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... means my phrensy ? I blaspheme : Alas ! how low ! how far beneath the skies ! The skies it form'd ; and now it bleeds for me- But bleeds the balm I want - yet still it bleeds . Draw the dire steel - Ah no ! the dreadful blessing What ...
... means my phrensy ? I blaspheme : Alas ! how low ! how far beneath the skies ! The skies it form'd ; and now it bleeds for me- But bleeds the balm I want - yet still it bleeds . Draw the dire steel - Ah no ! the dreadful blessing What ...
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adore æther ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids bless'd blessings bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death deep DEITY delight divine Dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief groan 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 nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure praise pride proud rapture reason rise sacred scene sense shew 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 Weybridge wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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Страница 3 - 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 16 - By Nature's law, what may be, may be now ; There 's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn ? Where is to-morrow ? In another world. For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none ; and yet on this perhaps...
Страница 5 - 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? With the years beyond the flood.
Страница 117 - Each moment on the former shuts the grave. While man is growing, life is in decrease, And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste that instant they take fire.
Страница 8 - Yon ambient .azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods — O transport ! and of man. Yet man, fool man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh : Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon, Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Страница 6 - 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.
Страница 53 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die : And shall they languish, shall they die, in vain ? Ungrateful, shall we grieve their hovering shades, Which wait the revolution in our hearts? Shall we disdain their silent, soft, address, Their posthumous advice, and pious prayer ? Senseless as herds that graze their hallo w'd graves, Tread under foot their agonies and groans, Frustrate their anguish, and destroy their deaths...
Страница 10 - 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 40 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Страница 5 - 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...