Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and ImmortalityF. and C. Rivington, 1802 - 361 sider |
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Side 6
... Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophesy be soon fulfill'd ; Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and ...
... Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophesy be soon fulfill'd ; Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and ...
Side 9
... 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 : How solid all , where change ...
... 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 : How solid all , where change ...
Side 30
... creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead streaming thro ' a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From old eternity's mysterious orb , Was Time cut off , and cast beneath the skies ; The skies ...
... creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead streaming thro ' a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From old eternity's mysterious orb , Was Time cut off , and cast beneath the skies ; The skies ...
Side 33
... creation labours ! -labours more ? And is there in creation , what amidst This tumult universal , wing'd dispatch , And ardent energy , supinely yawns ? - Man sleeps ; and Man alone ; and Man , whose fate , Fate irreversible , intire ...
... creation labours ! -labours more ? And is there in creation , what amidst This tumult universal , wing'd dispatch , And ardent energy , supinely yawns ? - Man sleeps ; and Man alone ; and Man , whose fate , Fate irreversible , intire ...
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... them to thy breast ; To win thy wish , creation has no more . Or if we wish a fourth , it is a Friend But friends , how mortal ! dang'rous the desire . E Take PHOEBUS to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate NIGHT THE THIRD .
... them to thy breast ; To win thy wish , creation has no more . Or if we wish a fourth , it is a Friend But friends , how mortal ! dang'rous the desire . E Take PHOEBUS to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate NIGHT THE THIRD .
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æther ambition angels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms chimæra 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 infidel life's light live LORENZO lyes 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 strange 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 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. 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 69 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; 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 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 27 - How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Side 264 - He sees with other eyes than theirs. Where they Behold a sun, he spies a deity : What makes them only smile, makes him adore. Where they see mountains, he but atoms sees : An empire, in his balance, weighs a grain. .They things terrestrial worship as divine ; *His hopes immortal blow them by, as dust, That dims his sight, and shortens his survey, Which longs, in infinite, to lose all bound. Titles and honors (if they prove his fate,) He lays aside, to find his dignity : No dignity they find in aught...
Side xi - 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 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?
Side 296 - Loud ./Etnas fulminate in love to man ; Comets good omens are, when duly scann'd ; And, in their use, eclipses learn to shine. Man is responsible for ills receiv'd ; Those we call wretched are a chosen band, Compell'd to refuge in the right, for peace.
Side 264 - 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.