Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 pages |
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... gods , ( O transport ! ) and of man . 125 130 Yet Man , fool Man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial ... God , What golden joys ambrosial clust'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the just LIFE , DEATH , AND ...
... gods , ( O transport ! ) and of man . 125 130 Yet Man , fool Man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial ... God , What golden joys ambrosial clust'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the just LIFE , DEATH , AND ...
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... GOD's image , disinherited of day , Here , plung'd in mines , forgets a sun was made ; There , beings , deathless as their haughty lord , Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life ; And plough the winter's wave , and reap despair . Some ...
... GOD's image , disinherited of day , Here , plung'd in mines , forgets a sun was made ; There , beings , deathless as their haughty lord , Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life ; And plough the winter's wave , and reap despair . Some ...
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... Gods indulge ; To - day is yesterday return'd ; return'd Full power'd to cancel , expiate , raise , adorn , And reinstate us on the rock of peace . 315 Let it not share its predecessor's fate ; Nor , like its eldest sisters , die a fool ...
... Gods indulge ; To - day is yesterday return'd ; return'd Full power'd to cancel , expiate , raise , adorn , And reinstate us on the rock of peace . 315 Let it not share its predecessor's fate ; Nor , like its eldest sisters , die a fool ...
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... god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing eye . 580 He drank long health , and virtue to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more inspir'd . Friendship's the wine of life ; but friendship new ( Not such was ...
... god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing eye . 580 He drank long health , and virtue to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more inspir'd . Friendship's the wine of life ; but friendship new ( Not such was ...
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... gods ! on earth how rare ! On earth how lost ! -PHILANDER is no more . 590 595 Think'st thou the theme intoxicates my song ? And I too warm ? -Too warm I cannot be . I lov'd him much ; but now I love him more . Like birds , whose ...
... gods ! on earth how rare ! On earth how lost ! -PHILANDER is no more . 590 595 Think'st thou the theme intoxicates my song ? And I too warm ? -Too warm I cannot be . I lov'd him much ; but now I love him more . Like birds , whose ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless charms Christian creation dæmons dark Death deep Deity deny'd divine Dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n High Holborn hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light Line live LORENZO Man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace PHILANDER Pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud Reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sov'reign sphere stars stings strange strike sublime thee theme thine thought throne tomb triumph truth Virtue Virtue's WINCHESTER COLLEGE wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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Page 22 - 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.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Page 13 - 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.
Page 22 - 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*!
Page 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 59 - When in this vale of years I backward look, And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe I still survive...
Page 22 - 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 ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!
Page 13 - 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.
Page 22 - 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.