Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 halaman |
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Halaman 22
... Pow'R who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill ( Emblem of that which shall awake the dead ) , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . 5 Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd ...
... Pow'R who bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill ( Emblem of that which shall awake the dead ) , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . 5 Shall I too weep ? Where then is fortitude ? And , fortitude abandon'd ...
Halaman 22
... pow'r ; Thy purpose firm , is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows , Does well , acts nobly ; angels could no more . Our outward act , indeed , admits restraint : ' Tis not in things o'er thought to domineer ...
... pow'r ; Thy purpose firm , is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows , Does well , acts nobly ; angels could no more . Our outward act , indeed , admits restraint : ' Tis not in things o'er thought to domineer ...
Halaman 22
... pow'r ethereal , only not ador'd . Ah , how unjust to Nature , and himself , Is thoughtless , thankless , inconsistent Man ! Like children babbling nonsense in their sports , We censure Nature for a span too short ; 115 That span too ...
... pow'r ethereal , only not ador'd . Ah , how unjust to Nature , and himself , Is thoughtless , thankless , inconsistent Man ! Like children babbling nonsense in their sports , We censure Nature for a span too short ; 115 That span too ...
Halaman 37
... 645 If sound his virtue ; as PHILANDER's , sound . Heav'n waits not the last moment ; owns her friends On this side death ; and points them out to men ; A lecture silent , but of sov'reign pow'r ! To TIME , DEATH , AND FRIENDSHIP . 37.
... 645 If sound his virtue ; as PHILANDER's , sound . Heav'n waits not the last moment ; owns her friends On this side death ; and points them out to men ; A lecture silent , but of sov'reign pow'r ! To TIME , DEATH , AND FRIENDSHIP . 37.
Halaman 38
Edward Young. A lecture silent , but of sov'reign pow'r ! To vice , confusion ; and to virtue , peace . Whatever farce the boastful hero plays , Virtue alone has majesty in death ; And greater still , the more the tyrant frowns ...
Edward Young. A lecture silent , but of sov'reign pow'r ! To vice , confusion ; and to virtue , peace . Whatever farce the boastful hero plays , Virtue alone has majesty in death ; And greater still , the more the tyrant frowns ...
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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.