The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Bind 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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Side 4
... fate . Night , fable goddefs ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fceptre o'er a flumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor lift'ning ear , an object finds ...
... fate . Night , fable goddefs ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fceptre o'er a flumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor lift'ning ear , an object finds ...
Side 10
... fate . Each Moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcy the , whofe ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of fweet domeftic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
... fate . Each Moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcy the , whofe ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of fweet domeftic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
Side 11
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , The fingle ...
... fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , The fingle ...
Side 13
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who forrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others aid . Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind : That , nature's firft , laft leffon to mankind ; The selfish heart deferves the pain ...
... fate wide opens to devour . What then am I , who forrow for myself ? In age , in infancy , from others aid . Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind : That , nature's firft , laft leffon to mankind ; The selfish heart deferves the pain ...
Side 14
... fate ? I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art bleft ; By dotage dandled to perpetual fmiles . Know ...
... fate ? I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend . Thou happy wretch ! by blindness thou art bleft ; By dotage dandled to perpetual fmiles . Know ...
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againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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Side 72 - These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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 7 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Side 19 - 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 bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Side 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Side 52 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good...
Side 36 - 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 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Side 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...