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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... o'er you : But fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy did forrow feize on fuch alone . Not prudence can defend , or virtue fave ; Difeafe invades the chafteft temperance ; And punishment the guiltlefs ; and alarm ...
... o'er you : But fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy did forrow feize on fuch alone . Not prudence can defend , or virtue fave ; Difeafe invades the chafteft temperance ; And punishment the guiltlefs ; and alarm ...
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... O'er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget PHILANDER ? That were ftrange ! O my full heart ! - -But fhould I give it vent , The longest night , tho ' longer far , would fail , And the lark liften to my midnight fong ...
... O'er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget PHILANDER ? That were ftrange ! O my full heart ! - -But fhould I give it vent , The longest night , tho ' longer far , would fail , And the lark liften to my midnight fong ...
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... o'er thought to domineer ; Guard well thy thought ; our thoughts are heard in heaven . On all - important Time , thro ' ev'ry age , Tho ' much , and warm , the wife have urg'd ; the man Is yet unborn , who duly weighs an hour . " I've ...
... o'er thought to domineer ; Guard well thy thought ; our thoughts are heard in heaven . On all - important Time , thro ' ev'ry age , Tho ' much , and warm , the wife have urg'd ; the man Is yet unborn , who duly weighs an hour . " I've ...
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... o'er by sense ; For rattles , and conceits of ev'ry caft , For change of follies , and relays of joy , To drag your patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day - fay , fages ! fay , Wit's oracles ! say , dreamers of gay ...
... o'er by sense ; For rattles , and conceits of ev'ry caft , For change of follies , and relays of joy , To drag your patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day - fay , fages ! fay , Wit's oracles ! say , dreamers of gay ...
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... o'er her charge , to drop On headlong Appetite the flacken'd rein , And give us up to licence , unrecall'd , Unmark'd ; -fee , from behind her fecret ftand , The fly informer minutes ev'ry fault , And her dread diary with horror fills ...
... o'er her charge , to drop On headlong Appetite the flacken'd rein , And give us up to licence , unrecall'd , Unmark'd ; -fee , from behind her fecret ftand , The fly informer minutes ev'ry fault , And her dread diary with horror fills ...
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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...