The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Том 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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... leaves The vaft concerns of an eternal scene . If not fo frequent , would not This be strange ? That ' tis fo frequent , This is ftranger ftill . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The The palm , " That all men are about to 16 ...
... leaves The vaft concerns of an eternal scene . If not fo frequent , would not This be strange ? That ' tis fo frequent , This is ftranger ftill . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The The palm , " That all men are about to 16 ...
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... leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn PHILANDER's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? He mourns the ...
... leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn PHILANDER's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ? He mourns the ...
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... leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immenfe ...
... leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours ; Immenfe ...
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... Leave to thy foes these errors , and these ills To nature juft , their Cause and Cure explore . Not short heav'n's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard , nature ; men are prodigals . We wafte , not use our time ; we breathe , not ...
... Leave to thy foes these errors , and these ills To nature juft , their Cause and Cure explore . Not short heav'n's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard , nature ; men are prodigals . We wafte , not use our time ; we breathe , not ...
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... leaves more durable than leaves of brass , Writes our whole hiftory ; which Death fhall read In ev'ry pale delinquent's private ear ; And Judgment publish ; publish to more worlds Than this ; and endless age in groans refound . LORENZO ...
... leaves more durable than leaves of brass , Writes our whole hiftory ; which Death fhall read In ev'ry pale delinquent's private ear ; And Judgment publish ; publish to more worlds Than this ; and endless age in groans refound . LORENZO ...
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Стр. 72 - 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.
Стр. 18 - 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. 7 - 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.
Стр. 19 - 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. 9 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Стр. 41 - 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.
Стр. 52 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good...
Стр. 36 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Стр. 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Стр. 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...