The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 páginas |
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... bleeding o'er the sacred dead ! Should not each dial strike us as we pass , Portentous , as the written wall which struck , O'er midnight bowls , the proud Assyrian pale , Erewhile high flush'd with insolence and wine ? Like that , the ...
... bleeding o'er the sacred dead ! Should not each dial strike us as we pass , Portentous , as the written wall which struck , O'er midnight bowls , the proud Assyrian pale , Erewhile high flush'd with insolence and wine ? Like that , the ...
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... bleeds , and Hope expires . Turn , hopeless thought ! turn from her . - Thought Resenting rallies , and wakes every woe . [ repell'd Snatch'd ere thy prime ! and in thy bridal hour ! 150 And when kind Fortune , with thy lover , smiled ...
... bleeds , and Hope expires . Turn , hopeless thought ! turn from her . - Thought Resenting rallies , and wakes every woe . [ repell'd Snatch'd ere thy prime ! and in thy bridal hour ! 150 And when kind Fortune , with thy lover , smiled ...
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... bleeds with other cares , with other pangs , 235 Pangs numerous as the numerous ills that swarm'd O'er thy distinguish'd fate , and , clustering there , Thick as the locust on the land of Nile , Made death more deadly , and more dark ...
... bleeds with other cares , with other pangs , 235 Pangs numerous as the numerous ills that swarm'd O'er thy distinguish'd fate , and , clustering there , Thick as the locust on the land of Nile , Made death more deadly , and more dark ...
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... bleeds for me- But bleeds the balm I want - yet still it bleeds ; Draw the dire steel - ah , no ! the dreadful blessing What heart or can sustain , or dares forego ? 170 There hangs all human hope ; that nail supports The 56 N. IV THE ...
... bleeds for me- But bleeds the balm I want - yet still it bleeds ; Draw the dire steel - ah , no ! the dreadful blessing What heart or can sustain , or dares forego ? 170 There hangs all human hope ; that nail supports The 56 N. IV THE ...
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... that thy dearest far might bleed . 200 205 Boid thought ! shall I dare speak it or repress ? 210 Should man more execrate or boast the guilt Which roused such vengeance ? which such love in- flamed THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 99 57.
... that thy dearest far might bleed . 200 205 Boid thought ! shall I dare speak it or repress ? 210 Should man more execrate or boast the guilt Which roused such vengeance ? which such love in- flamed THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 99 57.
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adore ambition angels archangels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast bosom boundless breast call'd charms CHIG dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust E'en earth endless ERSITY eternal ethereal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief groan guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live Lorenzo lustre man's mankind midnight mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence orbs pain passions peace Philander pleasure praise pride proud rapture Reason Reason sleeps rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings storm strange sublunary tempest thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth UNIV virtue Virtue's wing wisdom wise wonder wretched Ye Stars
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Página 18 - 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.
Página 9 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till 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.
Página 1 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Página 10 - 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 through every stage : when young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan...
Página 1 - 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!
Página 41 - 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.
Página 13 - The man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death ; He walks with Nature, and her paths are peace.
Página 10 - 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.