Night ThoughtsC. Whittingham, 1798 - 386 pages |
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... round us , and making breach upon breach upon us , " and has now carried away the head of this body with 66 a stroke ; so that he , whom you saw a week ago dis- " tributing the holy mysteries , is now laid in the dust . " But he still ...
... round us , and making breach upon breach upon us , " and has now carried away the head of this body with 66 a stroke ; so that he , whom you saw a week ago dis- " tributing the holy mysteries , is now laid in the dust . " But he still ...
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... round and round In silken thought , which reptile Fancy spun ! Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as ...
... round and round In silken thought , which reptile Fancy spun ! Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as ...
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... round In the rich ichor , in the gen'rous blood Of BACCHUS , purple god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing eye . 580 He drank long health , and virtue to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more inspir'd ...
... round In the rich ichor , in the gen'rous blood Of BACCHUS , purple god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing eye . 580 He drank long health , and virtue to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more inspir'd ...
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... round 330 Eternal ? To climb life's worn , heavy wheel , Which draws up nothing new ? To beat , and beat , The beaten track ? To bid each wretched day The former mock ? To surfeit on the same , And yawn our joys ; or than a misery 335 ...
... round 330 Eternal ? To climb life's worn , heavy wheel , Which draws up nothing new ? To beat , and beat , The beaten track ? To bid each wretched day The former mock ? To surfeit on the same , And yawn our joys ; or than a misery 335 ...
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... round ? Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain is the world ; but only to the vain . To what compare we then this varying scene , Whose worth ambiguous rises , and declines ? Waxes , and wanes ? ( In all propitious , Night ...
... round ? Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain is the world ; but only to the vain . To what compare we then this varying scene , Whose worth ambiguous rises , and declines ? Waxes , and wanes ? ( In all propitious , Night ...
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æther ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless charms Christian creation dæmons dark Death deep Deity deny'd divine Dost dread dream dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal Ev'n ev'ry fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n High Holborn hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light Line live LORENZO Man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passions peace PHILANDER Pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud Reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sov'reign sphere stars stings strange strike sublime thee theme thine thought throne tomb triumph truth Virtue Virtue's WINCHESTER COLLEGE wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
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Page 22 - 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.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 22 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust?
Page 13 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Page 22 - An heir of glory'! a frail child of dust*! Helpless immortal'! insect infinite*! A worm'! a god*! — I tremble' at myself, And in myself am lost*!
Page 16 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 59 - When in this vale of years I backward look, And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe I still survive...
Page 22 - A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!
Page 13 - Night Thoughts" he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Page 22 - TIRED 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.