The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Nide 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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Sivu 14
... thee more , and double thy distress . LORENZO , fortune makes her court to thee . Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure thy joys . Think not that ...
... thee more , and double thy distress . LORENZO , fortune makes her court to thee . Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure thy joys . Think not that ...
Sivu 15
... thee , PHILANDER ! thy laft figh Diffolv'd the charm ; the difinchanted earth Loft all her luftre . Where , her glitt'ring towers ? Her golden mountains , where ? all darken'd down To naked waste ; a dreary vale of tears : The great ...
... thee , PHILANDER ! thy laft figh Diffolv'd the charm ; the difinchanted earth Loft all her luftre . Where , her glitt'ring towers ? Her golden mountains , where ? all darken'd down To naked waste ; a dreary vale of tears : The great ...
Sivu 18
... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain t Or His , who made Mæonides our Own . Man too He fung : Immortal man I fing ; Oft burfts my fong beyond the bounds of life ; What , now , but immortality can please ...
... thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain t Or His , who made Mæonides our Own . Man too He fung : Immortal man I fing ; Oft burfts my fong beyond the bounds of life ; What , now , but immortality can please ...
Sivu 21
... thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear PHILANDER's duft . He , thus , tho ' dead , May May ftill befriend - What themes ? Time's wondrous Price [ 21 ] ...
... thee , And thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear PHILANDER's duft . He , thus , tho ' dead , May May ftill befriend - What themes ? Time's wondrous Price [ 21 ] ...
Sivu 22
... thee I owe ; Fain would I pay thee with Eternity . But ill my genius anfwers my defire ; My fickly fong is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my ftrain . For what calls thy difeafe , LORENZO ! not 3 For For ...
... thee I owe ; Fain would I pay thee with Eternity . But ill my genius anfwers my defire ; My fickly fong is mortal , past thy cure . Accept the will ; -that dies not with my ftrain . For what calls thy difeafe , LORENZO ! not 3 For For ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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Sivu 72 - These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Sivu 18 - 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.
Sivu 7 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Sivu 19 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Sivu 9 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Sivu 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Sivu 52 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good...
Sivu 36 - 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.
Sivu 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Sivu 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...