Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 halaman |
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Halaman 22
... blest scenes of permanent delight ! Full , above measure ! lasting , beyond bound ! A perpetuity of bliss , is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , 175 180 That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , 185 And ...
... blest scenes of permanent delight ! Full , above measure ! lasting , beyond bound ! A perpetuity of bliss , is bliss . Could you , so rich in rapture , fear an end , 175 180 That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy , 185 And ...
Halaman 22
... blest ; By dotage dandled to perpetual smiles . 315 Know , smiler ! at thy peril art thou pleas'd ; Thy pleasure is the promise of thy pain . Misfortune , like a creditor severe , But rises in demand for her delay ; She makes a scourge ...
... blest ; By dotage dandled to perpetual smiles . 315 Know , smiler ! at thy peril art thou pleas'd ; Thy pleasure is the promise of thy pain . Misfortune , like a creditor severe , But rises in demand for her delay ; She makes a scourge ...
Halaman 22
... had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd , where I sink , and sung immortal Man ! How had it blest mankind , and rescu'd me ! 450 455 460 THE COMPLAINT . NIGHT II . ON TIME , DEATH LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 15.
... had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd , where I sink , and sung immortal Man ! How had it blest mankind , and rescu'd me ! 450 455 460 THE COMPLAINT . NIGHT II . ON TIME , DEATH LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY . 15.
Halaman 22
... blest art of turning all to gold : This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immense revenue ! every moment pays . If nothing more than purpose in thy pow'r ; Thy purpose firm , is equal to ...
... blest art of turning all to gold : This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immense revenue ! every moment pays . If nothing more than purpose in thy pow'r ; Thy purpose firm , is equal to ...
Halaman 22
... Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of CAIN , It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant , Thought . As Atlas groan'd The world beneath , we groan beneath an hour . 130 We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The ...
... Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of CAIN , It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant , Thought . As Atlas groan'd The world beneath , we groan beneath an hour . 130 We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The ...
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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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Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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*!
Halaman 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Halaman 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...
Halaman 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!
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.