Bell's Edition, Volumes 87-88J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... wisdom from my soul ; 40 My soul , which flies to 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 ...
... wisdom from my soul ; 40 My soul , which flies to 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 ...
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... wisdom into folly turns , Oft ' the first instant in idea fair To labouring thought is bore . How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 360 Clouds , thick as those on Doomsday , drown the next : We penetrate , we ...
... wisdom into folly turns , Oft ' the first instant in idea fair To labouring thought is bore . How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 360 Clouds , thick as those on Doomsday , drown the next : We penetrate , we ...
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... 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 . 399 395 If not so frequent , would not ...
... 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 . 399 395 If not so frequent , would not ...
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... wisdom they consign ; The thing they cann't but purpose they postpone . ' Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool , And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promise is poor dilatory man , And that thro ' ev'ry stage . When young ...
... wisdom they consign ; The thing they cann't but purpose they postpone . ' Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool , And scarce in human wisdom to do more . All promise is poor dilatory man , And that thro ' ev'ry stage . When young ...
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... wisdom's debt unpaid ? Our wealth in days all due to that discharge . Haste , haste , he lies in wait , he's at the door . Insidious Death ! should his strong hand arrest , No composition sets the pris'ner free . Eternity's inexorable ...
... wisdom's debt unpaid ? Our wealth in days all due to that discharge . Haste , haste , he lies in wait , he's at the door . Insidious Death ! should his strong hand arrest , No composition sets the pris'ner free . Eternity's inexorable ...
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Page 12 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Page 54 - 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 ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
Page 12 - 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!
Page 48 - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
Page 72 - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous 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.
Page 68 - ... Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Page 12 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! 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 - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight! Full above measure! lasting beyond bound! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss. Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end. That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
Page 154 - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
Page 22 - 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...