The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalitySage & Thompson, no. 149 Pearl-street, L. Nichols, print., 1805 - 258 páginas |
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... past conjecture : all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spreads , What tho ' my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods , or down the craggy steep Hurl ...
... past conjecture : all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spreads , What tho ' my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods , or down the craggy steep Hurl ...
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... past : In quest of wretchedness , perversely strays ; And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys , a num'rous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at ...
... past : In quest of wretchedness , perversely strays ; And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys , a num'rous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I lament ; I tremble at ...
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... past prosperity , To sting thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances , while the syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure ...
... past prosperity , To sting thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances , while the syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure ...
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... 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 tho't of death . Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love , we ...
... 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 tho't of death . Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love , we ...
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... past thy cure . Accept the will ; that dies not with my strain . For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? Not For Esculapian , but for mortal aid . Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon . Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ...
... past thy cure . Accept the will ; that dies not with my strain . For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? Not For Esculapian , but for mortal aid . Thou think'st it folly to be wise too soon . Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth endless eternal ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud reason reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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Página 22 - 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.
Página 14 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve— That column of true majesty in man...
Página 13 - 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. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
Página 23 - 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.
Página 23 - 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 59 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies :" And " Dust to dust
Página 232 - What am I ? and from whence ? — I nothing know, But that I am; and, since I am, conclude Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, Nought still had been : eternal there must be.
Página 59 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
Página 113 - J on Alps ; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids: Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.
Página 55 - tis our harvest, rich And ripe : what though the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain; More than thy balm, O Gilead, heals the wound.