Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 12
... PEACE , which afterward , with several of his smaller pieces , and most of his dedications , was consigned by his own hand to merited oblivion : in which circumstance he deserves both the thanks and imitation of posterity . About the ...
... PEACE , which afterward , with several of his smaller pieces , and most of his dedications , was consigned by his own hand to merited oblivion : in which circumstance he deserves both the thanks and imitation of posterity . About the ...
Σελίδα 13
... peace was slain ; " And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . " These lines have been universally understood of the above deaths ; but this supposition can no way be reconciled with Mr. CROFT's dates , who says , Mrs ...
... peace was slain ; " And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . " These lines have been universally understood of the above deaths ; but this supposition can no way be reconciled with Mr. CROFT's dates , who says , Mrs ...
Σελίδα 22
... peace was slain ; And thrice , e'er thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd in human life ? How wanes my borrow'd ...
... peace was slain ; And thrice , e'er thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd in human life ? How wanes my borrow'd ...
Σελίδα 22
... peace . 275 And truest friends , through error , wound our rest . Without misfortune , what calamities ! 280 And what hostilities , without a foe ! Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth . But endless is the list of human ills , And ...
... peace . 275 And truest friends , through error , wound our rest . Without misfortune , what calamities ! 280 And what hostilities , without a foe ! Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth . But endless is the list of human ills , And ...
Σελίδα 22
... peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire . Who builds on less than an immortal base , Fond as he seems , condemns his joys to death . Mine dy'd with thee , PHILANDER ! thy last sigh ...
... peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire . Who builds on less than an immortal base , Fond as he seems , condemns his joys to death . Mine dy'd with thee , PHILANDER ! thy last sigh ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless charms Christian creation dæmons dark Death deep Deity deny'd divine Dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n High Holborn hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light Line live LORENZO Man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace PHILANDER Pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud Reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sov'reign sphere stars stings strange strike sublime thee theme thine thought throne tomb triumph truth Virtue Virtue's WINCHESTER COLLEGE wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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Σελίδα 22 - 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.
Σελίδα 28 - 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.
Σελίδα 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Σελίδα 13 - 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.
Σελίδα 22 - An heir of glory'! a frail child of dust*! Helpless immortal'! insect infinite*! A worm'! a god*! — I tremble' at myself, And in myself am lost*!
Σελίδα 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Σελίδα 59 - When in this vale of years I backward look, And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe I still survive...
Σελίδα 22 - 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!
Σελίδα 13 - 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.
Σελίδα 22 - TIRED 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.