The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 páginas |
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... thorn hard pressing on my breast , I strive , with wakeful melody , to cheer The sullen gloom , sweet Philomel ! like thee , And call the stars to listen : every star 435 441 Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . 16 N. I THE COMPLAINT .
... thorn hard pressing on my breast , I strive , with wakeful melody , to cheer The sullen gloom , sweet Philomel ! like thee , And call the stars to listen : every star 435 441 Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . 16 N. I THE COMPLAINT .
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... thorn hard pressing on my breast , I strive , with wakeful melody , to cheer The sullen gloom , sweet Philomel ! like thee , And call the stars to listen : every star 435 441 Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . 16 N. I. THE COMPLAINT .
... thorn hard pressing on my breast , I strive , with wakeful melody , to cheer The sullen gloom , sweet Philomel ! like thee , And call the stars to listen : every star 435 441 Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy lay . 16 N. I. THE COMPLAINT .
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... breast ; Such is her slumber , and her vengeance such For slighted counsel ; such thy future peace ; And think'st thou still thou canst be wise too soon ? But why on time so lavish is my song ? 280 On this great theme kind Nature keeps ...
... breast ; Such is her slumber , and her vengeance such For slighted counsel ; such thy future peace ; And think'st thou still thou canst be wise too soon ? But why on time so lavish is my song ? 280 On this great theme kind Nature keeps ...
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... breast . Celestial Happiness ! whene'er she stoops To visit Earth , one shrine the goddess finds , And one alone , to make her sweet amends For absent Heaven - the bosom of a friend ; Where heart meets heart , reciprocally soft , Each ...
... breast . Celestial Happiness ! whene'er she stoops To visit Earth , one shrine the goddess finds , And one alone , to make her sweet amends For absent Heaven - the bosom of a friend ; Where heart meets heart , reciprocally soft , Each ...
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... breast ; 15 To win thy wish creation has no more : Or if we wish a fourth , it is a friend.- But friends how mortal ! dangerous the desire . Take Phœbus to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain head , And ...
... breast ; 15 To win thy wish creation has no more : Or if we wish a fourth , it is a friend.- But friends how mortal ! dangerous the desire . Take Phœbus to yourselves , ye basking bards ! Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain head , And ...
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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.