Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 sider |
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... fool Man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh . 136 Pris'ner of earth , and pent beneath the moon , Here pinions all his wishes : Wing'd by Heav'n To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where ...
... fool Man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh . 136 Pris'ner of earth , and pent beneath the moon , Here pinions all his wishes : Wing'd by Heav'n To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where ...
Side 22
... fool ; And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promise is poor dilatory Man , 410 And that through ev'ry stage : When young , indeed , In full content , we sometimes , nobly rest , Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish , 415 420 ...
... fool ; And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promise is poor dilatory Man , 410 And that through ev'ry stage : When young , indeed , In full content , we sometimes , nobly rest , Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish , 415 420 ...
Side 22
... fools ; and fools reputed wise . What moment granted Man without account ? What years are squander'd , Wisdom's debt unpaid ! Our wealth in days all due to that discharge . Haste , haste , he lies in wait , he's at the door , Insidious ...
... fools ; and fools reputed wise . What moment granted Man without account ? What years are squander'd , Wisdom's debt unpaid ! Our wealth in days all due to that discharge . Haste , haste , he lies in wait , he's at the door , Insidious ...
Side 22
... fool . We rave , we wrestle with great Nature's plan ; We thwart the Deity ; and ' tis decreed , Who thwart His will shall contradict their own . Hence our unnat❜ral quarrel with ourselves ; Our thoughts at enmity ; our bosom - broil ...
... fool . We rave , we wrestle with great Nature's plan ; We thwart the Deity ; and ' tis decreed , Who thwart His will shall contradict their own . Hence our unnat❜ral quarrel with ourselves ; Our thoughts at enmity ; our bosom - broil ...
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... fool . Shall it evaporate in fume ? fly off Fuliginous , and stain us deeper still ? Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of Heav'n ? 320 Where shall I find him ? Angels ! tell me where . 325 You ...
... fool . Shall it evaporate in fume ? fly off Fuliginous , and stain us deeper still ? Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of Heav'n ? 320 Where shall I find him ? Angels ! tell me where . 325 You ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Side 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.
Side 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*!
Side 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.