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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... fears Start up alarm`d , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down - On what ? A fathomless abyfs ; A dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how ...
... fears Start up alarm`d , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down - On what ? A fathomless abyfs ; A dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how ...
Side 9
... fear an end , That ghaftly thought would drink up all your joy , And quite unparadife the realms of light . Safe are you lodg'd above these rolling fpheres , . The baleful influence of whofe giddy dance B 5 Shede . Sheds fad viciffitude ...
... fear an end , That ghaftly thought would drink up all your joy , And quite unparadife the realms of light . Safe are you lodg'd above these rolling fpheres , . The baleful influence of whofe giddy dance B 5 Shede . Sheds fad viciffitude ...
Side 14
... fear is facred to the storm : Stand on thy guard against the smiles . of fate . Is heav'n tremendous in its frowns ? Moft fure ; And in its favours formidable too : Its favours here are trials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not ...
... fear is facred to the storm : Stand on thy guard against the smiles . of fate . Is heav'n tremendous in its frowns ? Moft fure ; And in its favours formidable too : Its favours here are trials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not ...
Side 51
... fears around On all that faw ( and who would ceafe to gaze , That once had feen ? ) with hafte , parental hafte , I flew , I fnatch'd her from the rigid north , Her native bed , on which bleak Boreas blew , And bore her nearer to the ...
... fears around On all that faw ( and who would ceafe to gaze , That once had feen ? ) with hafte , parental hafte , I flew , I fnatch'd her from the rigid north , Her native bed , on which bleak Boreas blew , And bore her nearer to the ...
Side 53
... fear ! How durft I dread her foes , While nature's loudeft dictates I obey'd ? Pardon neceffity , bleft shade ! Of grief And indignation rival bursts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled with my prayer ; Kindled at man , while I his God ...
... fear ! How durft I dread her foes , While nature's loudeft dictates I obey'd ? Pardon neceffity , bleft shade ! Of grief And indignation rival bursts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled with my prayer ; Kindled at man , while I his God ...
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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...