The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts, and the Force of ReligionT. Bedlington, 1826 - 288 páginas |
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... sight is human happiness 300 305 To those , whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults , Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ! 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me ...
... sight is human happiness 300 305 To those , whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults , Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ! 310 I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me ...
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... How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 365 Clouds , thick as those on Doomsday , drown the next : We penetrate , we prophesy in vain , Time is dealt out by particles , and each Are 14 THE COMPLAINT . N. I..
... How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 365 Clouds , thick as those on Doomsday , drown the next : We penetrate , we prophesy in vain , Time is dealt out by particles , and each Are 14 THE COMPLAINT . N. I..
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... How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 365 Clouds , thick as those on Doomsday , drown the next : We penetrate , we prophesy in vain , Time is dealt out by particles , and each Are 14 N. I. THE COMPLAINT .
... How dim our eye ! The present moment terminates our sight ; 365 Clouds , thick as those on Doomsday , drown the next : We penetrate , we prophesy in vain , Time is dealt out by particles , and each Are 14 N. I. THE COMPLAINT .
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... sight , As lands and cities with their glittering spires , To the poor shatter'd bark , by sudden storm Thrown off to sea , and soon to perish there ; Will toys amuse ? No ; thrones will then be toys , And earth and skies seem dust upon ...
... sight , As lands and cities with their glittering spires , To the poor shatter'd bark , by sudden storm Thrown off to sea , and soon to perish there ; Will toys amuse ? No ; thrones will then be toys , And earth and skies seem dust upon ...
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... sight ! Ye delicate ! who nothing can support , Yourselves most insupportable ! for whom The winter - rose must blow , the Sun put on A brighter beam in Leo ; silky - soft , 235 240 Favonious ! breathe still softer , or be chid ; And ...
... sight ! Ye delicate ! who nothing can support , Yourselves most insupportable ! for whom The winter - rose must blow , the Sun put on A brighter beam in Leo ; silky - soft , 235 240 Favonious ! breathe still softer , or be chid ; 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.