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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... 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 partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why ...
... 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 partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why ...
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... thine excel , And charm thro ' distant ages : Wrapt in shade , Pris'ner of darkness ! to the filent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and fteal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch ...
... thine excel , And charm thro ' distant ages : Wrapt in shade , Pris'ner of darkness ! to the filent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and fteal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch ...
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... thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear PHILANDER's duft . He , thus , tho ' dead , May May ftill befriend - What themes ? Time's wondrous Price [ 21 ] NIGHT the ...
... thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear PHILANDER's duft . He , thus , tho ' dead , May May ftill befriend - What themes ? Time's wondrous Price [ 21 ] NIGHT the ...
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... Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn PHILANDER's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ...
... Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn PHILANDER's fate ? I know thou fay'ft it : Says thy life the fame ...
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... thine ; This cancels thy complaint at once , This leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A ...
... thine ; This cancels thy complaint at once , This leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A ...
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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...