The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Volume 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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... future embryo , flumb'ring in his fire . Embryos we muft be , till we burft the shell , Yon ambient azure fhell , and spring to life , The life of gods , O tranfport ! and of man . Yet man , fool man ! bere buries all his thoughts ...
... future embryo , flumb'ring in his fire . Embryos we muft be , till we burft the shell , Yon ambient azure fhell , and spring to life , The life of gods , O tranfport ! and of man . Yet man , fool man ! bere buries all his thoughts ...
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... future selves applauds ; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom thoy confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they poftpone ; " Tis not in ...
... future selves applauds ; How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in fate's , to wisdom thoy confign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they poftpone ; " Tis not in ...
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... future peace ! And think'st thou ftill thou canst be wife too foon ? But why on Time fo lavish is my fong ? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school , To To teach her fons herfelf . Each night we die 30 Night 2 . The COMPLAINT .
... future peace ! And think'st thou ftill thou canst be wife too foon ? But why on Time fo lavish is my fong ? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school , To To teach her fons herfelf . Each night we die 30 Night 2 . The COMPLAINT .
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... future scenes ? Since , by Life's paffing breath , blown up from earth , Light , as the fummer's duft , we take in air A moment's giddy flight , and fall again ; Join the dull mass , increase the trodden foil , And fleep , till earth ...
... future scenes ? Since , by Life's paffing breath , blown up from earth , Light , as the fummer's duft , we take in air A moment's giddy flight , and fall again ; Join the dull mass , increase the trodden foil , And fleep , till earth ...
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... future ufe ; " Twill buy thee benefit ; perhaps , renown . Thought , too , deliver'd , is the more poffeft ; Teaching , we learn ; and , giving , we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb , forgot . Speech ventilates our ...
... future ufe ; " Twill buy thee benefit ; perhaps , renown . Thought , too , deliver'd , is the more poffeft ; Teaching , we learn ; and , giving , we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb , forgot . Speech ventilates our ...
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againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
Passagens conhecidas
Página 72 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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 ? With the years beyond the flood.
Página 19 - 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 9 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 52 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good...
Página 36 - 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 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Página 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...