Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and ImmortalityF. and C. Rivington, 1802 - 361 Seiten |
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... dead , Rouse souls from slumber , into thoughts of Heav'n . Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I know the terms on which he sees the light ; He that is born , is listed ; life is war ...
... dead , Rouse souls from slumber , into thoughts of Heav'n . Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I know the terms on which he sees the light ; He that is born , is listed ; life is war ...
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... dead , who lives as they desire . Where is that thrift , that avarice of TIME , ( O glorious avarice ! ) thought of death inspires , As rumour'd robberies endear our gold ? O Time ! than gold more sacred ; more a load Than lead to fools ...
... dead , who lives as they desire . Where is that thrift , that avarice of TIME , ( O glorious avarice ! ) thought of death inspires , As rumour'd robberies endear our gold ? O Time ! than gold more sacred ; more a load Than lead to fools ...
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... dead ! Should not each dial strike us as we pass , Portentous , as the written wull , which struck , O'er midnight bowls , the proud Assyrian pale , Ere - while high - flusht , with insolence , 36 NIGHT II . THE COMPLAINT .
... dead ! Should not each dial strike us as we pass , Portentous , as the written wull , which struck , O'er midnight bowls , the proud Assyrian pale , Ere - while high - flusht , with insolence , 36 NIGHT II . THE COMPLAINT .
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... Jan11802 . by Vernor & Hood , and the other Proprietors . NIGHT THE THIRD . NARCISS A. TO HER GRACE THE. While Nature metted Superstition ravo ; That mournil the dead , and this denyil a grave . London ; Pub Jan 1.1802 . by Vernor & Hood.
... Jan11802 . by Vernor & Hood , and the other Proprietors . NIGHT THE THIRD . NARCISS A. TO HER GRACE THE. While Nature metted Superstition ravo ; That mournil the dead , and this denyil a grave . London ; Pub Jan 1.1802 . by Vernor & Hood.
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... That mourn'd the dead ; and this deny'd a grave . Their sighs incens'd ; sighs foreign to the will ! Their will the tyger suck'd , outrag'd the storm . For Oh ! the curst ungodliness of zeal ! While 54 NIGHT III . THE COMPLAINT .
... That mourn'd the dead ; and this deny'd a grave . Their sighs incens'd ; sighs foreign to the will ! Their will the tyger suck'd , outrag'd the storm . For Oh ! the curst ungodliness of zeal ! While 54 NIGHT III . THE COMPLAINT .
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Æther ambition angels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death deep DEITY delight deny'd divine Dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heav'n hope hour human illustrious life's light live LORENZO man's mankind midnight mind mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange strike thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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Seite 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.
Seite 19 - 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.
Seite 12 - 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.
Seite xi - In his Night Thoughts he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Seite 8 - 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 ! О what a miracle to man is man.
Seite 6 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Seite 18 - 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.
Seite 9 - 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?
Seite 72 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Seite 264 - 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 at sea, 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.