The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts, Том 3J. Dodsley [and others], 1792 - 340 стор. |
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... proud prerogative the prey ? Why lefs pre - eminent in rank , than pain ? His immortality alone can tell ; Full ample fund to balance all amifs , And turn the scale in favour of the just ! His immortality alone can folve The darkest of ...
... proud prerogative the prey ? Why lefs pre - eminent in rank , than pain ? His immortality alone can tell ; Full ample fund to balance all amifs , And turn the scale in favour of the just ! His immortality alone can folve The darkest of ...
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... Proud man , who rules the globe , and reads the stars , Philofopher , or hero , fighs in vain . Account for this prerogative in brutes . No day , no glimpse of day to folve the knot , But what beams on it from eternity . O fole , and ...
... Proud man , who rules the globe , and reads the stars , Philofopher , or hero , fighs in vain . Account for this prerogative in brutes . No day , no glimpse of day to folve the knot , But what beams on it from eternity . O fole , and ...
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... proud Assyrian , in their hearts , And " Behold the wonders of my might ! " cry , " And why ? Because immortal as their lord ; And fouls immortal must for ever heave At something great ; the glitter , or the gold ; The praise of mortals ...
... proud Assyrian , in their hearts , And " Behold the wonders of my might ! " cry , " And why ? Because immortal as their lord ; And fouls immortal must for ever heave At something great ; the glitter , or the gold ; The praise of mortals ...
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... proud , what merit should we miss ! Pride made the virtues of the pagan world . Praife is the falt that seasons right to man , And whets his appetite for moral good . Thirst of applause is virtue's fecond guard ; Reafon , her firft ...
... proud , what merit should we miss ! Pride made the virtues of the pagan world . Praife is the falt that seasons right to man , And whets his appetite for moral good . Thirst of applause is virtue's fecond guard ; Reafon , her firft ...
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... proud Of happiness ( whence hypocrites in joy ! Makers of mirth ! artificers of smiles ! ) Why should the joy moft poignant fenfe affords , Burn us with blushes , and rebuke our pride ? - Thofe heav'n - born blushes tell us man defcends ...
... proud Of happiness ( whence hypocrites in joy ! Makers of mirth ! artificers of smiles ! ) Why should the joy moft poignant fenfe affords , Burn us with blushes , and rebuke our pride ? - Thofe heav'n - born blushes tell us man defcends ...
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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.