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Página 10 - 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 11 - 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.
Página 61 - This dark, incarcerating colony, Divides us. Happy day ! that breaks our chain ; That manumits ; that calls from exile home ; That leads to nature's great metropolis, And re-admits us, thro...
Página 2 - 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. It is the signal that demands despatch : How much is to be done? My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? a fathomless abyss, A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the...
Página 2 - The bell strikes One. 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 26 - For others' hearts, tenacious of their own ; And we no less of ours, when such the bait. Ye Fortune's cofferers ! ye powers of Wealth ! 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 58 - Religion's all. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and in her right, the next...
Página 63 - Talk they of morals ! O thou bleeding Love! Thou maker of new morals to mankind ! The grand morality is love of Thee.
Página 48 - From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay The worm's inferior, and, in rank, beneath The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow, To drink the spirit of the golden day, And triumph in existence...
Página 123 - Reason progressive, instinct is complete ; Swift instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs. Brutes soon their zenith reach; their little all Flows in at once; in ages they no more Could know, or do, or covet, or enjoy. Were man to live coeval with the sun, The patriarch pupil would be learning still; Yet, dying, leave his lesson half unlearnt.