The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 2J. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 pages |
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Afide ALONZO ANTIGONUS aſk beſt bleſſings bleſt bliſs blood boſom brother burſt cauſe cloſe curſe dæmon death DEMETRIUS deſpair diſtracted diſtreſs divine Don Carlos doſt dreadful duſt DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry falſe fate father figh fight firſt fons foon forrow foul friendſhip give glory groan guilt heart heav'n immortal inſpire ISABELLA juſt KING laſt LEONORA leſs lord LORENZO loſe Macedon moſt muſt nature ne'er night o'er pain paſſion paſt peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe preſent princeſs raiſe reaſon reſt riſe Rome ſacred ſays ſcene ſcorn ſee ſeen ſenſe ſet ſevere ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhines ſhort ſhould ſkies ſmile ſoft ſome ſon ſpeak ſpirit ſtab ſtand ſtars ſtart ſtill ſtorm ſtrange ſtrike ſuch ſure ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought Thrace thro tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
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Page 204 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Page 203 - 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 193 - 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 219 - That common, but opprobrious lot ! past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, If folly bounds our prospect by the grave...
Page 204 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Page 193 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
Page 215 - Like num'rous wings around him, as he flies : Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape His ample pinions, swift as darted flame, To gain his goal, to reach his ancient...
Page 241 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Page 203 - 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 applauds.
Page 252 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; 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.