The complaint; or, Night thoughts, on life, death, and immortality. [Followed by] A paraphrase on part of the book of Job. With the life of the author [signed G.W.].Thomas Tegg, 1815 - 312 sivua |
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Sivu 2
... sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? THOU , who didst put to flight Primeval silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O THOU , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ...
... sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? THOU , who didst put to flight Primeval silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O THOU , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ...
Sivu 10
... sacred to the storm : Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate . Is heav'n tremendous in its frowns ? Most sure ; And in its favours formidable too . Its favours here are trials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not discharge from ...
... sacred to the storm : Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate . Is heav'n tremendous in its frowns ? Most sure ; And in its favours formidable too . Its favours here are trials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not discharge from ...
Sivu 16
... sacred ; more a load Than lead , to fools ; and fools reputed wise . What moment granted man without account ; What years are squander'd , wisdom's debt unpaid ? Our wealth in days all due to that discharge . Haste , haste , he lies in ...
... sacred ; more a load Than lead , to fools ; and fools reputed wise . What moment granted man without account ; What years are squander'd , wisdom's debt unpaid ? Our wealth in days all due to that discharge . Haste , haste , he lies in ...
Sivu 27
... 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 , Ere - while high - flush'd , with insolence , and wine ? Like that , the dial ...
... 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 , Ere - while high - flush'd , with insolence , and wine ? Like that , the dial ...
Sivu 30
... pardon what my love extorts , An honest love , and not afraid to frown . Though choice of follies fasten on the great , None clings more obstinate , than fancy fond That sacred friendship is their easy prey ; Caught by 30 THE COMPLAINT .
... pardon what my love extorts , An honest love , and not afraid to frown . Though choice of follies fasten on the great , None clings more obstinate , than fancy fond That sacred friendship is their easy prey ; Caught by 30 THE COMPLAINT .
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Sivu 3 - The bell strikes one. 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?
Sivu 3 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Sivu 13 - Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : Even with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Sivu 6 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze.
Sivu 4 - 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!
Sivu 288 - 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.
Sivu 1 - From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous; where my wreck'd, desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove, her helm of reason lost.
Sivu 54 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
Sivu 4 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom : The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed...
Sivu 247 - One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! Nor tarries there; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.