The Complaint: Or, Night ThoughtsS. Andrus and Son, 1824 - 324 páginas |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... true map of man . So bounded are its haughty lord's delights To woe's wide empire ; where deep troubles toss , Loud sorrows howl , envenomed passions bite , Ravenous calamities our vitals seize , And threatening fate wide opens to ...
... true map of man . So bounded are its haughty lord's delights To woe's wide empire ; where deep troubles toss , Loud sorrows howl , envenomed passions bite , Ravenous calamities our vitals seize , And threatening fate wide opens to ...
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... true relish of himself . Full on ourselves , descending in a line , Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight : Delight intense , is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . Celestial Happiness , whene'er she stoops ...
... true relish of himself . Full on ourselves , descending in a line , Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight : Delight intense , is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . Celestial Happiness , whene'er she stoops ...
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... True , LORENZO ! strange ! So little life can cast into the scale . Life makes the soul dependent on the dust ; Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres . Through chinks , styled organs , dim life peeps at light : Death bursts ...
... True , LORENZO ! strange ! So little life can cast into the scale . Life makes the soul dependent on the dust ; Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres . Through chinks , styled organs , dim life peeps at light : Death bursts ...
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... true joy , but what kind death improves . No bliss has life to boast , till death can give Far greater ; life's a debtor to the grave , Dark lattice ! letting in eternal day . LORENZO ! blush at fondness for a life , Which sends ...
... true joy , but what kind death improves . No bliss has life to boast , till death can give Far greater ; life's a debtor to the grave , Dark lattice ! letting in eternal day . LORENZO ! blush at fondness for a life , Which sends ...
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Termos e frases comuns
adore æther ambition angels archangels art thou beam beneath bids bless'd bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms chimæra creation dæmons dark death deep Deity delight divine Dost dread dust EARL OF LITCHFIELD earth Edward Young endless eternal fair fate fire flame fond fool gaze give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven hope hour human illustrious indulge infidels life's light live LORENZO man's mankind midnight mighty mind mismeasured mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night NIGHT THOUGHTS nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure praise pride proud reason rise sacred scene sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars stings strange thee theme thine thought throne thy disease tomb triumph truth VAN NORDEN virtue virtue's wing wisdom wise wonder wretched
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Página 22 - Death ! great proprietor of all ! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars; The sun himself by thy permission shines; And one day thou shalt pluck him from his sphere.
Página 26 - As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. 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. And why .' because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves...
Página 18 - An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! 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!
Página 265 - Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene ; Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. All evils natural are moral goods ; All discipline, indulgence, on the whole. None are unhappy : all have cause to smile, But such as to themselves that cause deny.
Página 211 - 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. so The scenes of business tell us —
Página 320 - Man's rich restorative ; his balmy bath, That supples, lubricates, and keeps in play. The various movements of this nice machine. Which asks such frequent periods of repair. When tired with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn ; Fresh we spin on, till sickness clogs our wheels, Or death quite breaks the spring, and motion ends.
Página 151 - Eternity! A glorious and a needful refuge that, From vile imprisonment in abject views. Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill.
Página 48 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Página 20 - And is it in the flight of threescore years, To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all...
Página 224 - Taking his country by five hundred ears, Senates at once admire him and despise, With modest laughter lining loud applause, Which makes the smile more mortal to his fame? His fame which (like the mighty Caesar) crown'd With laurels, in full senate, greatly falls, By seeming friends, that honour and destroy.