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The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volum 1
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1792
The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volum 2
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1792
ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS arms bear beneath bliss blood brother Carlos cause crime dare darkness dead death DEMETRIUS divine dreadful dust Dymas earth empire Enter ERIXENE eternal ev'ry fair fall fate father fear feel fire flame fool give glory gods grave groan guilt hand happiness hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal kind KING leave LEONORA less light live look lord Lorenzo lost mean mind mortal nature never night o'er once pain passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene sigh sight skies smile song soon soul speak strike strong sure tears tell thee theme thine thou thought thro throne tremble true truth turn vengeance virtue wing wisdom wise wish wounds wretched ZANGA
Side 214 - 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.
Side 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Side 215 - 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...
Side 206 - 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 her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Side 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Side 352 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Side 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Side 349 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.