The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts, Том 3J. Dodsley [and others], 1792 - 340 стор. |
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... ev'ry way , And kindly point us to our journey's end . POPE , who couldst make immortals ! art thou dead ? / 744 I give thee joy : Nor will I take my leave ; So foon to follow . Man but dives in death ; Dives from the fun , in fairer ...
... ev'ry way , And kindly point us to our journey's end . POPE , who couldst make immortals ! art thou dead ? / 744 I give thee joy : Nor will I take my leave ; So foon to follow . Man but dives in death ; Dives from the fun , in fairer ...
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... ev'ry thought that falcon fits , To fly at all that rises in her fight ; And never ftooping , but to mount again Next moment , she betrays her aim's mistake , And owns her quarry lodg'd beyond the grave . There should it fail us ( it ...
... ev'ry thought that falcon fits , To fly at all that rises in her fight ; And never ftooping , but to mount again Next moment , she betrays her aim's mistake , And owns her quarry lodg'd beyond the grave . There should it fail us ( it ...
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... ev'ry scene of fenfe fuperior far : They graze the turf untill'd ; they drink the stream Unbrew'd , and ever full , and un - embitter'd With doubts , fears , fruitlefs hopes , regrets , defpairs ; Mankind's peculiar ! reafon's precious ...
... ev'ry scene of fenfe fuperior far : They graze the turf untill'd ; they drink the stream Unbrew'd , and ever full , and un - embitter'd With doubts , fears , fruitlefs hopes , regrets , defpairs ; Mankind's peculiar ! reafon's precious ...
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... ev'ry field , On boughs forbidden where no curses hang : Their ill no more than ftrikes the fenfe ; unftretcht By previous dread , or murmur in the rear : When the worst comes , it comes unfear'd ; one ftroke Begins , and ends , their ...
... ev'ry field , On boughs forbidden where no curses hang : Their ill no more than ftrikes the fenfe ; unftretcht By previous dread , or murmur in the rear : When the worst comes , it comes unfear'd ; one ftroke Begins , and ends , their ...
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... ev'ry thought ! Why fenfe of better ? It imbitters worse . Why sense ? why life ? If but to figh , then fink " To « To what I was ! twice nothing ! and 26 Night VII . THE COMPLAINT .
... ev'ry thought ! Why fenfe of better ? It imbitters worse . Why sense ? why life ? If but to figh , then fink " To « To what I was ! twice nothing ! and 26 Night VII . THE COMPLAINT .
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Æther againſt angels art thou becauſe beſt bleffed bleft boaſt boundleſs cauſe Centaurs Chriſtian cloſe confcience dæmons darkneſs death defire DEITY delight deſpair divine doft earth endleſs eternal ev'ry facred fame fenfe fhall fhew fhines firft firſt folly fome fons foon foul ftand ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fuperior fupport fupreme fure glory greateſt guilt happineſs heart heaven himſelf hope human immortal infidelity itſelf juſt laſt leaſt lefs leſs LORENZO man's mankind moft moral moſt muft muſt myſteries nature nature's nought numbers o'er ourſelves paffions pain paſt pleaſure praiſe preſent promiſe proud reaſon reft rife ſcene ſenſe ſet ſhall ſhould ſkies ſome ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtill ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne triumph truth underſtanding vice virtue whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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Сторінка 107 - Man, starting from his couch, shall sleep no more! The day is broke, which never more shall close ! Above, around, beneath, amazement all.' Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our GOD in grandeur, and our world on fire...
Сторінка 87 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Сторінка 60 - Ocean ! thou dreadful and tumultuous home Of dangers, at eternal war with man ! Death's capital, where most he domineers...
Сторінка 251 - But with the talents of an angel, a man may be a fool.
Сторінка 36 - Knowst thou th' importance of a soul immortal ? Behold this midnight glory : worlds on worlds ! Amazing pomp! redouble this amaze ; Ten thousand add ; add twice ten thousand more; Then weigh the whole; one soul out-weighs them all, And calls th' astonishing magnificence Of unintelligent creation poor.
Сторінка 86 - Yet, with a sigh o'er all mankind, I grant, In this our day of proof, our land of hope, The good man has his clouds that intervene ; Clouds, that...
Сторінка 145 - Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly? Has matter innate motion? then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust.
Сторінка 9 - Reason progressive, instinct is complete ; Swift instinct leaps ; slow reason feebly climbs. Brutes soon their zenith reach ; their little all Flows in at once ; in ages they no more Could know, or do, or covet, or enjoy, Were man to live coeval with the Sun, The patriarch-pupil would be learning still ; Yet, dying, leave his lesson half unlearnt.
Сторінка 76 - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...
Сторінка 249 - A month ! — Oh, for a single week ! I ask not for years ! though an age were too little for the much I have to do.