The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 2J. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 páginas |
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... them , what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news . Their anfwers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend , her beft ; if not , worst foe . O reconcile them ! Kind Experience cries ...
... them , what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news . Their anfwers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend , her beft ; if not , worst foe . O reconcile them ! Kind Experience cries ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Afide againſt ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS art thou aſk Becauſe bleft blifs bliſs blood bofom breaſt brother cauſe dæmon darkneſs death DEMETRIUS deſpair divine doft Don Carlos dreadful duft DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fame fate father fhall figh fight fince firſt fmiles foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrike fuch fure give glory gods grave groan guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf immortal juft KING laſt lefs LEONORA loft lord LORENZO Macedon moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature nature's ne'er night o'er paffion pain peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon rife Rome ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand Thrace thro throne tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
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Página 204 - 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 203 - 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 193 - 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 219 - That common, but opprobrious lot ! past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, If folly bounds our prospect by the grave...
Página 204 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate 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.
Página 193 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
Página 215 - Like num'rous wings around him, as he flies : Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape His ample pinions, swift as darted flame, To gain his goal, to reach his ancient...
Página 241 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Página 203 - 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 applauds.
Página 252 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; 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.