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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... sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of THE COMPLAINT Page Night I On Life, Death, and Immortality.
... sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of THE COMPLAINT Page Night I On Life, Death, and Immortality.
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... dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital is the grave ! This is Creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
... dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital is the grave ! This is Creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
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... dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers , once in Fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of Charity ! To shock us more , solicit it in vain ! Ye silken sons of Pleasure ! since in pains You rue more ...
... dead ! What numbers groan for sad admission there ! What numbers , once in Fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of Charity ! To shock us more , solicit it in vain ! Ye silken sons of Pleasure ! since in pains You rue more ...
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... dead ! Thou poor , pale piece Of outcast earth , in darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope so near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek ! ambition truly great , Of virtuous praise ...
... dead ! Thou poor , pale piece Of outcast earth , in darkness ! what a change From yesterday ! Thy darling hope so near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flush'd Thy glowing cheek ! ambition truly great , Of virtuous praise ...
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... 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 know the terms on which he sees the light : He that is born is listed : life is war ...
... 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 know the terms on which he sees the light : He that is born is listed : life is war ...
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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.