Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 páginas |
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... guilt , yet wound us by their flight . If Folly bounds our prospect by the grave , All feeling of futurity benumb'd ; All god - like passion for eternals quench'd ; All relish of realities expir'd ; Renounc'd all correspondence with the ...
... guilt , yet wound us by their flight . If Folly bounds our prospect by the grave , All feeling of futurity benumb'd ; All god - like passion for eternals quench'd ; All relish of realities expir'd ; Renounc'd all correspondence with the ...
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... guilt ? what guilt Can equal violations of the dead ! The dead how sacred ! sacred is the dust Of this heav'n - labour'd form , erect , divine ! This heav'n - assum'd , majestic robe of earth , 185 190 He deign'd to wear , who hung the ...
... guilt ? what guilt Can equal violations of the dead ! The dead how sacred ! sacred is the dust Of this heav'n - labour'd form , erect , divine ! This heav'n - assum'd , majestic robe of earth , 185 190 He deign'd to wear , who hung the ...
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... guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud , To damp our brainless ardours ; and abate That glare of life , which often blinds the wise . Our dying friends are pioneers to smooth Our rugged pass to death ; to break those bars ...
... guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud , To damp our brainless ardours ; and abate That glare of life , which often blinds the wise . Our dying friends are pioneers to smooth Our rugged pass to death ; to break those bars ...
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... guilt interposes , lab'ring earth , O'ershadow'd , mourns a deep eclipse of joy ; Her joys , at brightest , pallid , to that font Of full effulgent glory , whence they flow . Nor is that glory distant : Oh LORENZO ! A good man , and an ...
... guilt interposes , lab'ring earth , O'ershadow'd , mourns a deep eclipse of joy ; Her joys , at brightest , pallid , to that font Of full effulgent glory , whence they flow . Nor is that glory distant : Oh LORENZO ! A good man , and an ...
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... Guilt's blunder ! and the loudest laugh of Hell . my coëvals ! remnants of yourselves ! O Poor human ruins , tott'ring o'er the grave ! Shall we , shall aged men , like aged trees , Strike deeper their vile root , and closer cling ...
... Guilt's blunder ! and the loudest laugh of Hell . my coëvals ! remnants of yourselves ! O Poor human ruins , tott'ring o'er the grave ! Shall we , shall aged men , like aged trees , Strike deeper their vile root , and closer cling ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Página 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.
Página 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*!
Página 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.