Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and ImmortalityF. and C. Rivington, 1802 - 361 sider |
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... . Tho ' now restor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe . The Day too short for my distress ; and Night , Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is B 3 On Life, Death, and Immortality.
... . Tho ' now restor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe . The Day too short for my distress ; and Night , Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is B 3 On Life, Death, and Immortality.
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Edward Young. Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ... darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the gen❜ral pulse ...
Edward Young. Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ... darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the gen❜ral pulse ...
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... of ev'ry joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace ! Thro ' the dark postern of time long laps'd , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it 12 NIGHT 1 . THE COMPLAINT .
... of ev'ry joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace ! Thro ' the dark postern of time long laps'd , Led softly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and such it 12 NIGHT 1 . THE COMPLAINT .
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... darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope so near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it ...
... darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope so near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted scheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rose so red , Unfaded ere it ...
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... darkness ! to the silent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire . Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ...
... darkness ! to the silent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire . Dark , tho ' not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 6 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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
Side 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.