The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJohnson and Warner, 1816 - 351 sider |
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Side 25
... rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ! How wast thou pleas'd the wondrous theme to try , And find the theme of man could rise so high ? Beyond ...
... rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ! How wast thou pleas'd the wondrous theme to try , And find the theme of man could rise so high ? Beyond ...
Side 26
... rising ball ; O THOU ! whose word from solid Darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Through this ...
... rising ball ; O THOU ! whose word from solid Darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Through this ...
Side 28
... rise in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spreads , What , though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong , swam with ...
... rise in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spreads , What , though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong , swam with ...
Side 35
... foes in civil war , Like bosom - friendships to resentment sour'd , With rage envenom'd rise against our peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire : NIGHT FIRST . 35.
... foes in civil war , Like bosom - friendships to resentment sour'd , With rage envenom'd rise against our peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire : NIGHT FIRST . 35.
Side 36
... law , what may be , may be now : There's no prerogative in human hours . In human hearts , what bolder thought can rise , Than man's presumption on to - morrow's dawn ? Where is to - morrow ? In another world , 36 THE COMPLAINT .
... law , what may be , may be now : There's no prerogative in human hours . In human hearts , what bolder thought can rise , Than man's presumption on to - morrow's dawn ? Where is to - morrow ? In another world , 36 THE COMPLAINT .
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The Complaint: Or, Night-Thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality Edward Young Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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Side 38 - 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 27 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Side 38 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Side 29 - 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 27 - 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 ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Side 31 - 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 81 - 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.
Side 25 - 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.
Side 56 - Teaching, we learn ; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot. Speech ventilates our intellectual fire; Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
Side 259 - Their no joys end where his full feast begins ; His joys create, theirs murder, future bliss. To triumph in existence his alone ; And his alone triumphantly to think His true existence is not yet begun. His glorious course was, yesterday, complete ; Death then was welcome ; yet life still is sweet.