The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Volume 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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... Death ; And from each fcene , the nobleft truths infpire . Nor less inspire my Conduct , than my Song ; Teach my beft reason , reason ; my best will Teach rectitude ; and fix my firm refolve Wisdom to wed , and pay her long arrear : Nor ...
... Death ; And from each fcene , the nobleft truths infpire . Nor less inspire my Conduct , than my Song ; Teach my beft reason , reason ; my best will Teach rectitude ; and fix my firm refolve Wisdom to wed , and pay her long arrear : Nor ...
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... death , Strong death , alone can heave the maffy bar , This grofs impediment of clay remove , And make us embryos of existence free . B 4 From From real life , but little more remote Is he On Life , Death , and Immortality . 7.
... death , Strong death , alone can heave the maffy bar , This grofs impediment of clay remove , And make us embryos of existence free . B 4 From From real life , but little more remote Is he On Life , Death , and Immortality . 7.
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... death expire ! And is it in the flight of threefcore years , To push eternity from human thought , And fmother fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal , fpending all her fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown ...
... death expire ! And is it in the flight of threefcore years , To push eternity from human thought , And fmother fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal , fpending all her fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown ...
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... death's toll , whofe reflefs iron tongue : Calls daily for his millions at a meal , Starting I woke , and found myself undone . Where now my phrenzy's pompous furniture The cobweb'd cottage , with its ragged wall Of mould'ring mud , is ...
... death's toll , whofe reflefs iron tongue : Calls daily for his millions at a meal , Starting I woke , and found myself undone . Where now my phrenzy's pompous furniture The cobweb'd cottage , with its ragged wall Of mould'ring mud , is ...
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... Death ! great proprietor of all ! ' tis thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The fun himself by thy permission shines ; And , one day , thou shalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid fuch mighty plunder , why exhauft Thy ...
... Death ! great proprietor of all ! ' tis thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The fun himself by thy permission shines ; And , one day , thou shalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid fuch mighty plunder , why exhauft Thy ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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...