The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts ...

J. Dodsley, 1792

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Página 105 - Man, starting from his couch, shall sleep no more! The day is broke, which never more shall close ! Above, around, beneath, amazement all.' Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our GOD in grandeur, and our world on fire...
Página 85 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Página 58 - Ocean ! thou dreadful and tumultuous home Of dangers, at eternal war with man ! Death's capital, where most he domineers...
Página 249 - But with the talents of an angel, a man may be a fool.
Página 34 - Knowst thou th' importance of a soul immortal ? Behold this midnight glory : worlds on worlds ! Amazing pomp! redouble this amaze ; Ten thousand add ; add twice ten thousand more; Then weigh the whole; one soul out-weighs them all, And calls th' astonishing magnificence Of unintelligent creation poor.
Página 84 - Yet, with a sigh o'er all mankind, I grant, In this our day of proof, our land of hope, The good man has his clouds that intervene ; Clouds, that...
Página 143 - Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly? Has matter innate motion? then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust.
Página 7 - 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 74 - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...
Página 247 - A month ! — Oh, for a single week ! I ask not for years ! though an age were too little for the much I have to do.

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