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Seite 25 - Some place the bliss in action, some in ease; Those call it pleasure, and contentment these: Some sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain ; Some...
Seite 9 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Seite 33 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and divine ; Sees that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole The first, last purpose of the human soul ; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God and love of man.
Seite 3 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 24 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Seite 8 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Seite 31 - Caesar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies ? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise ? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others...
Seite 35 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Seite 8 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part. As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns. As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills. He bounds, connects, and equals all Cease then, nor order imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.