Night Thoughts on Life Death & Immortality;: To which is Added A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job, and The Last Day a Poem |
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... hear that angel sing !. Angels from friendship gather half their joy ) So sung Philander , as his friend went round In the rich ichor , in the generous blood Of Bacchus , purple god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing ...
... hear that angel sing !. Angels from friendship gather half their joy ) So sung Philander , as his friend went round In the rich ichor , in the generous blood Of Bacchus , purple god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing ...
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... hears their matchless strain , A strain for gods , deny'd to mortal ear . Transmit it heard , thou silver queen of Heav'n ! What title or what name endears thee most ? Cynthia ! Cyllene ! Phabe ! -or dost hear With higher gust , fair ...
... hears their matchless strain , A strain for gods , deny'd to mortal ear . Transmit it heard , thou silver queen of Heav'n ! What title or what name endears thee most ? Cynthia ! Cyllene ! Phabe ! -or dost hear With higher gust , fair ...
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... Hear it not , ye Stars ! And thou , pale Moon ! turn paler at the sound Man is to man the sorest , surest ill . A previous blast foretels the rising storm ; O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fall ; Volcanoes bellow ere they ...
... Hear it not , ye Stars ! And thou , pale Moon ! turn paler at the sound Man is to man the sorest , surest ill . A previous blast foretels the rising storm ; O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fall ; Volcanoes bellow ere they ...
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... Hear , till unheard , the same old slabber'd tale ? To taste the tasted , and at each return Less tasteful ? o'er our palates to decant Another vintage ? strain a flatter year Through loaded vessels , and a laxer tone ? Crazy machines ...
... Hear , till unheard , the same old slabber'd tale ? To taste the tasted , and at each return Less tasteful ? o'er our palates to decant Another vintage ? strain a flatter year Through loaded vessels , and a laxer tone ? Crazy machines ...
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... 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 . Here , like a shepherd gazing from his hut , Touching his reed ...
... 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 . Here , like a shepherd gazing from his hut , Touching his reed ...
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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 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
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.
Page 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.