The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalitySage & Thompson, no. 149 Pearl-street, L. Nichols, print., 1805 - Всего страниц: 258 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 100
Стр. 14
... thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ' this opaque of nature and of soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten and to cheer . O lead my mind , ( A mind that fain ...
... thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ' this opaque of nature and of soul , This double night , transmit one pitying ray , To lighten and to cheer . O lead my mind , ( A mind that fain ...
Стр. 21
... thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances , while the syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure , thy joys . Think not that ...
... thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee : Thy fond heart dances , while the syren sings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to secure , thy joys . Think not that ...
Стр. 23
... The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn ! Grief's sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast , I strive , with wakeful melody , to cheer The sullen gloom , sweet Philomel like thee , And ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY , 23.
... The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn ! Grief's sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast , I strive , with wakeful melody , to cheer The sullen gloom , sweet Philomel like thee , And ON LIFE , DEATH , AND IMMORTALITY , 23.
Стр. 24
... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah ! could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own . Man too he sung : immortal man I sing . Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life : What now , but immortality , can please ...
... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah ! could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own . Man too he sung : immortal man I sing . Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life : What now , but immortality , can please ...
Стр. 26
... thee I owe ; Fain would I pay thee with eternity . But ill my genius answers my desire : My sickly song is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; that dies not with my strain . For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? Not For ...
... thee I owe ; Fain would I pay thee with eternity . But ill my genius answers my desire : My sickly song is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; that dies not with my strain . For what calls thy disease , Lorenzo ? Not For ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation dæmons dark death Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth endless eternal ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart heaven hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passion peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud reason reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 22 - 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.
Стр. 14 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve— That column of true majesty in man...
Стр. 13 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
Стр. 23 - 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.
Стр. 23 - 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.
Стр. 59 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies :" And " Dust to dust
Стр. 232 - What am I ? and from whence ? — I nothing know, But that I am; and, since I am, conclude Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, Nought still had been : eternal there must be.
Стр. 59 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
Стр. 113 - J on Alps ; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids: Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.
Стр. 55 - tis our harvest, rich And ripe : what though the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain; More than thy balm, O Gilead, heals the wound.