Night Thoughts on Life Death & Immortality;: To which is Added A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job, and The Last Day a PoemSuttaby, Evance & Fox , ... and Baldwin, Cradock & Joy, 1823 - 300 páginas |
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... bids me give Swoln thought a second channel : who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief . Take , then , O World ! thy much - indebted tear . How sad a sight is human happiness To those whose thought can pierce beyond ...
... bids me give Swoln thought a second channel : who divide , They weaken , too , the torrent of their grief . Take , then , O World ! thy much - indebted tear . How sad a sight is human happiness To those whose thought can pierce beyond ...
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... bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill , Emblem of that which shall awake the dead , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude ? And fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I ...
... bids This midnight centinel , with clarion shrill , Emblem of that which shall awake the dead , Rouse souls from slumber into thoughts of Heav'n . Shall I too weep ? where then is fortitude ? And fortitude abandon'd , where is man ? I ...
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... Bid Day stand still , Bid him drive back his car , and reimport The period past , regive the given hour . Lorenzo ! more than miracles we want , Lorenzo - O for yesterdays to come ! Such is the language of the man awake , His ardour ...
... Bid Day stand still , Bid him drive back his car , and reimport The period past , regive the given hour . Lorenzo ! more than miracles we want , Lorenzo - O for yesterdays to come ! Such is the language of the man awake , His ardour ...
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... bids , And glory tempts , and inclination calls . Yet am I struck , as struck the soul beneath Aerial groves ' impenetrable gloom , Or in some mighty ruin's solemn shade , Or gazing , by pale lamps , on high - born dust In vaults , thin ...
... bids , And glory tempts , and inclination calls . Yet am I struck , as struck the soul beneath Aerial groves ' impenetrable gloom , Or in some mighty ruin's solemn shade , Or gazing , by pale lamps , on high - born dust In vaults , thin ...
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... bid each wretched day The former mock ? to surfeit on the same , And yawn our joys ? or thank a misery For change , though sad ! to see what we have seen ? Hear , till unheard , the same old slabber'd tale ? To taste the tasted , and at ...
... bid each wretched day The former mock ? to surfeit on the same , And yawn our joys ? or thank a misery For change , though sad ! to see what we have seen ? Hear , till unheard , the same old slabber'd tale ? To taste the tasted , and at ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast book of Job bright call'd charms dark death deep Deity delight distant divine dost dreadful dust Earl of Litchfield earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal fate fire flame fond fool give glorious glory grave grief groan guilt happiness hast heart Heav'n Heaven's hope hour human illustrious immortal labour leviathan life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind mighty mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason rise round sacred scene sense shades shine sigh sight skies smile song soul sphere stars sting storm tempest terror thee theme thine thought throne thunder thy disease tomb trembling triumph truth Twill virtue Virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wonder wretched
Pasajes populares
Página 4 - 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.
Página 2 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Página 2 - To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine. But what are ye ? — • Thou who didst put to flight Primeval silence, when the morning...
Página 6 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze.
Página 159 - Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; Passions of prouder name befriend us less. Joy has her tears, and transport has her death : Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits and serenes, Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys...
Página 124 - 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.
Página 162 - One bustling, and one dancing, into death. There's not a day but, to the man of thought, Betrays some secret that throws new reproach On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. The scenes of business tell us — ' What are men ;' The scenes of pleasure — ' What is all beside :' There others we despise ; and here ourselves.
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?
Página 80 - In the same brook none ever bathed him twice ; To the same life none ever twice awoke. We call the brook the same ; the same we think Our life, though still more rapid in its flow, Nor mark the much irrevocably lapsed, And mingled with the sea.
Página 16 - If nothing more than purpose in thy power, Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.