Night Thoughts on Life Death and ImmortalityToplis and Bunney ... and J. Mozley, Gainsborough., 1780 - 268 páginas |
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... Point him out : [ 325 Shall I fee Glories beaming from his Brow ? Or trace his Footsteps by the rifing Flow'rs ? Your golden Wings , now hov'ring o'er him , fhed Protection ; now , are waving in Applaufe To that bleft Son of Forefight ...
... Point him out : [ 325 Shall I fee Glories beaming from his Brow ? Or trace his Footsteps by the rifing Flow'rs ? Your golden Wings , now hov'ring o'er him , fhed Protection ; now , are waving in Applaufe To that bleft Son of Forefight ...
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... Point to Point , tho ' feeming to stand still , The cunning Fugitive is fwift by Stealth : Too fubtle is the Movement to be feen ; Yet foon Man's Hour is up , and we are gone . Warnings point out our danger ; Gnomons , Time : As thefe ...
... Point to Point , tho ' feeming to stand still , The cunning Fugitive is fwift by Stealth : Too fubtle is the Movement to be feen ; Yet foon Man's Hour is up , and we are gone . Warnings point out our danger ; Gnomons , Time : As thefe ...
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... And , emulously , rapid in her Race . O the foft Enmity ! Endearing Strife ! This carries Friendship to her noon - tide Point , D 525 530 And And gives the Rivet of Eternity . From Friendship , On Time , Death , and Friendship , 25.
... And , emulously , rapid in her Race . O the foft Enmity ! Endearing Strife ! This carries Friendship to her noon - tide Point , D 525 530 And And gives the Rivet of Eternity . From Friendship , On Time , Death , and Friendship , 25.
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... points them out to Men ; A Lecture , filent , but of fov'reign Pow'r ! To Vice , Confufion ; and to Virtue , Peace . Whatever Farce the boaftful Hero plays , Virtue alone has Majefty in Death ; 650 655 And greater ftill , the more the ...
... points them out to Men ; A Lecture , filent , but of fov'reign Pow'r ! To Vice , Confufion ; and to Virtue , Peace . Whatever Farce the boaftful Hero plays , Virtue alone has Majefty in Death ; 650 655 And greater ftill , the more the ...
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... Point Peace bleeds , and Hope expires . Turn , hopeless Thought ! turn from Her : Thought Refenting rallies , and wakes ev'ry Woe . [ repell'd Snatch'd ere thy Prime ! and in thy bridal Hour ? 150 And 155 And when kind Fortune , with ...
... Point Peace bleeds , and Hope expires . Turn , hopeless Thought ! turn from Her : Thought Refenting rallies , and wakes ev'ry Woe . [ repell'd Snatch'd ere thy Prime ! and in thy bridal Hour ? 150 And 155 And when kind Fortune , with ...
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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.