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Ambition Angels beneath bids Bliſs calls Cauſe Creation dark Darkneſs Dead Death deep Deity divine dreadful Earth Eternity ev'ry fair fall Fate Fear feel Fire firſt Fool Friend future give Glory Gods Grave Guilt Hand Happineſs hear Heart Heav'n Hope Hour human Immortal juſt kind leave leſs Light live look Lorenzo Love Man's Mankind mean Mind mortal moſt muſt Name Nature Nature's never Night nought o'er once Pain Peace Pleaſure Point poor Power Praiſe Pride proud Reaſon rich Right riſe round Scene ſee Senſe ſhall ſhe ſhines ſhould Sight Skies Song Soul Sphere Spirit Stars ſtill ſtrange ſtrike ſuch tell thee Theme theſe Thine Things thoſe Thou Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph true Truth turn Virtue whole whoſe Wing Wiſdom Wiſe Wiſh Wonder World wretched
Page 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? With the years beyond the flood.
Page 18 - Strikes thro' 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.
Page 64 - What is this life ? How few their fav'rite know ! Fond in the dark, and blind in our embrace, By passionately loving life, we make Lov'd life unlovely; hugging her to death. We give to Time Eternity's regard; And, dreaming, take our passage for our port. Life has no value as an end, but means; An end deplorable ! a means divine ! When 'tis our all, 'tis nothing ; worse than...
Page 91 - Religion's All. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next...
Page 93 - ... ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time!
Page 101 - Till one calls him, who varies not his call, " But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound, " Till nature dies, and judgment sets him free; " A freedom far less welcome than his chain...
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 51 - 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 71 - 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.