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ambition angels awful beneath bids bliss bright cause creation dark dead death deep Deity distant divine dreadful dust earth eternal fair fall fate fear feel fire flame fool future give glory grave guilt hand happiness hear heart Heav'n Heaven's hope hour human immortal kind leave less light live look Lorenzo lost man's mankind mean mind mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er once pain passions past peace pleasure poor praise present pride proud reason rich rise round scene seen sense shades shine sight skies smile song soul speak sphere spirit stand stars strike strong thee theme thine things thou thought thousand throne trembling triumph true truth turn vast virtue whole wide wing wisdom wise wish wonder
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 6 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.