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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... fear fubdue ; " And labour that first palm of noble minds , " A manly fcern of terror from the tomb . " This harvest reap from thy NARCISSA'S grave . As poets feign'd from AJAX ' ftreaming blood Arofe , with grief infcrib'd , a mournful ...
... fear fubdue ; " And labour that first palm of noble minds , " A manly fcern of terror from the tomb . " This harvest reap from thy NARCISSA'S grave . As poets feign'd from AJAX ' ftreaming blood Arofe , with grief infcrib'd , a mournful ...
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... FEAR of DEATH ; And Proper SENTIMENTS of HEART on that ineftimable Bleffing . To the Honble Mr. YORK E. A Much indebted mufe , O YORK E ! intrudes . Amid the fmiles of fortune , and of youth , Thine ear is patient of a serious song ...
... FEAR of DEATH ; And Proper SENTIMENTS of HEART on that ineftimable Bleffing . To the Honble Mr. YORK E. A Much indebted mufe , O YORK E ! intrudes . Amid the fmiles of fortune , and of youth , Thine ear is patient of a serious song ...
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... fear ? If prudent , age should meet the friendly foe , And shelter in his hofpitable gloom . I scarce can meet a monument , but holds My younger ; ev'ry dates cries- " Come away . " And what recalls me ? Look the world around , And tell ...
... fear ? If prudent , age should meet the friendly foe , And shelter in his hofpitable gloom . I scarce can meet a monument , but holds My younger ; ev'ry dates cries- " Come away . " And what recalls me ? Look the world around , And tell ...
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... Fear of Death : Twice told the period fpent on ftubborn Troy , " Court favour , yet untaken , I befiege ; Ambition's ill judg'd effort to be rich . Alas ! Alas ! ambition makes my little less ; Embitt'ring the The Christian Triumph . 71.
... Fear of Death : Twice told the period fpent on ftubborn Troy , " Court favour , yet untaken , I befiege ; Ambition's ill judg'd effort to be rich . Alas ! Alas ! ambition makes my little less ; Embitt'ring the The Christian Triumph . 71.
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... Fear of Death . Here , like a fhepherd gazing from his hut , Touching his reed , or leaning on his staff , Eager ambition's fiery chace I fee ; I fee the circling hunt , of noify men , Burft law's inclosure , leap the mounds of right ...
... Fear of Death . Here , like a fhepherd gazing from his hut , Touching his reed , or leaning on his staff , Eager ambition's fiery chace I fee ; I fee the circling hunt , of noify men , Burft law's inclosure , leap the mounds of right ...
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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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Страница 72 - 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 18 - 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 7 - 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 19 - 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 applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Страница 9 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Страница 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! 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.
Страница 52 - 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...
Страница 36 - 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 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Страница 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...