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Night Thoughts - Continued.
Night ii. Line 602. How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Night ii. Line 633. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Night ïi. Line 641. A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Night iii. Line 81.
Beautiful as sweet!
Night iii. Line 104. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.
Night iii. Line 226.
Night iv. Line 10. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.
Night iv. Line 15.
Night iv. Line 71. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
Night Thoughts - Continued.
Night iv. Line 118. Man wants but little, nor that little, long.
Night iv. Line 233. A God all mercy, is a God unjust.
Night v. Line 600. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhald, and went to heaven.
Night v. Line 661.
Like our shadows,
Night v. Line 775.
Night v. Line 1011.
Night vi. Line 309. Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on Alps, And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
Night vi. Line 606.
Night vii. Line 496.
Night viii. Line 721. Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Night Thoughts -- Continued.
Night viii. Line 793. A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Night viii. Line 1054.
Night ix. Line 167.
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.*
Night ix. Line 771. An undevout astronomer is mad.
Night ix. Line 1660.
LOVE OF FAME.
Satire i. Line 89.
Satire i. Line 238.
* Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
Full on thy bloom. To a Mountain Daisy. BURNS. † As if misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great. Rowe.
Love of Fame - Continued.
Satire ii. Line 207. Where nature's end of language is declined, And men talk only to conceal their mind.*
Satire vii. Line 97.
Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord
The Last Day.
Book i. Time elaborately thrown away.
The Statesman's Creed. In records that defy the tooth of time.
* "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées.” - Voltaire. † Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part i., Introduc
and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, Part III. Sect 2. Mem. 1. Subs. 2. “But to enlarge or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun.”
Is no mean sacrifice.
For God hath made them so;
For 't is their nature too.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
From every opening flower.
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one;
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Moral Songs. 'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, “ You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.”