Night Thoughts on Life Death and ImmortalityToplis and Bunney ... and J. Mozley, Gainsborough., 1780 - 268 páginas |
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... Pleasure , to most who read it , but more especially to the noble Family , for whofe En- tertainment it was principally written . Some charge the Author with a Stiffness of Verfification in both thefe Poems ; but they met with fuch ...
... Pleasure , to most who read it , but more especially to the noble Family , for whofe En- tertainment it was principally written . Some charge the Author with a Stiffness of Verfification in both thefe Poems ; but they met with fuch ...
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... Pleasures on the toffing Wave ! Eternal Sunshine in the Storms of Life ! How richly were my noontide Trances hung With gorgeous Tapestries of pictur'd Joys , Joy behind Joy , in endless Perfpective ! Till at Death's Toll , whofe ...
... Pleasures on the toffing Wave ! Eternal Sunshine in the Storms of Life ! How richly were my noontide Trances hung With gorgeous Tapestries of pictur'd Joys , Joy behind Joy , in endless Perfpective ! Till at Death's Toll , whofe ...
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... , a num'rous Train ! I rue the Riches of my former Fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted Clufters I lament ; I tremble at the Bleflings once fo dear ; 225 230 And And ev'ry Pleasure pains me to the Heart . Yet 6 Night The COMPLAINT .
... , a num'rous Train ! I rue the Riches of my former Fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted Clufters I lament ; I tremble at the Bleflings once fo dear ; 225 230 And And ev'ry Pleasure pains me to the Heart . Yet 6 Night The COMPLAINT .
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... Pleasure ! fince in Pains You rue more modish Vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your Debauch : Give and reduce Surfeit's Dominion o'er you : But fo great 265 Your Impudence , you blufh at what is Right . Happy ! did Sorrow feize on ...
... Pleasure ! fince in Pains You rue more modish Vifits , vifit here , And breathe from your Debauch : Give and reduce Surfeit's Dominion o'er you : But fo great 265 Your Impudence , you blufh at what is Right . Happy ! did Sorrow feize on ...
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... at thy Peril art thou pleas'd ; Thy Pleasure is the Promife of thy Pain . Misfortune , like a Creditor fevere , But rifes in Demand for her Delay ; She OL makes a fcourge of paft Profperity , B1933 fting 8 Night 1 . The COMPLAINT .
... at thy Peril art thou pleas'd ; Thy Pleasure is the Promife of thy Pain . Misfortune , like a Creditor fevere , But rifes in Demand for her Delay ; She OL makes a fcourge of paft Profperity , B1933 fting 8 Night 1 . The COMPLAINT .
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Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffing bleft Blifs Bofom Caufe Dæmons dark Darkneſs Death defcend Deity diftant divine Doft dreadful Duft Earl of LITCHFIELD Earth endleſs Eternity Ev'n ev'ry facred fame Fate feems feen fhall fhines fhould fing firft Flame fleeps fmile foar foft fome Fool foon fpeaks Friend ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n himſelf Hope Hour human illuftrious Immortal infpire juft laft leaft lefs Life's Light loft LORENZO Love Luftre Man's Mankind moft mortal moſt muft Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Paffion paft Pain Peace Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent Pride proud Reafon Reft rife Scene Senfe ſhall Skies Song Soul Sphere Stars ſtill thee Thefe Theme theſe Thine thofe thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth univerfal vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Worfe World wretched
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Página 8 - 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 9 - 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 59 - 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 24 - 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 56 - 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 61 - Talk they of morals ! O thou bleeding Love! Thou maker of new morals to mankind ! The grand morality is love of Thee.
Página 46 - 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 121 - 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.