The complaint; or, Night thoughts, on life, death, and immortality. [Followed by] A paraphrase on part of the book of Job. With the life of the author [signed G.W.].Thomas Tegg, 1815 - 312 страница |
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... pride , or rather folly , of following prevailing passions , and aiming to be more than we really are , or can possibly be . In his last illness , a friend of the Doctor's calling to know how he did , and mentioning the death of a ...
... pride , or rather folly , of following prevailing passions , and aiming to be more than we really are , or can possibly be . In his last illness , a friend of the Doctor's calling to know how he did , and mentioning the death of a ...
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... pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art blest ; By dotage dandled to perpetual smiles . Know , smiler ; at thy peril art thou ...
... pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art blest ; By dotage dandled to perpetual smiles . Know , smiler ; at thy peril art thou ...
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... pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least , their own ; their future selves applauds ; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's , to wisdom ...
... pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least , their own ; their future selves applauds ; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's , to wisdom ...
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... pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend , but what has found a friend in thee . All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below . What if ( since daring on so nice a theme ) I shew thee ...
... pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend , but what has found a friend in thee . All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below . What if ( since daring on so nice a theme ) I shew thee ...
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... pride , not pontiff gall . Far less than this is shocking in a race Most wretched , but from streams of mutual love ... Pride brandishes the favours he confers , And contumelious his humanity : What then his vengeance ? Hear it not , ye ...
... pride , not pontiff gall . Far less than this is shocking in a race Most wretched , but from streams of mutual love ... Pride brandishes the favours he confers , And contumelious his humanity : What then his vengeance ? Hear it not , ye ...
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Страница 3 - 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 3 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Страница 13 - Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past 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 of death : Even with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Страница 6 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze.
Страница 4 - A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!
Страница 288 - When tired with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn ; Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, Or death quite breaks the spring, and motion ends.
Страница 1 - 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. 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 54 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
Страница 4 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom : The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed...
Страница 247 - One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! Nor tarries there; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.