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ambition angels appears beneath bids birth bliss born cause common dark dead death deep divine dread dust earth eternal fair fall fate fear feel fire fond fool Fortune future gain give glory grave grief guilt hand happiness hear heart Heaven hope hour human immortal kind late leave less life's light live Lorenzo lost man's means mind mortal Nature Nature's never Night Night Thoughts o'er once pain passions peace pleasure poem poet poetry praise present pride proud Reason rich rise says scene seems sense shines short sigh skies smile song soon soul speak stars strange strike sure tell thee theme thine things thou thought throne true truth turn virtue wing wisdom wise wish wonders wretched Young
Stran 74 - And that through every stage ; when young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. 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.
Stran 87 - 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.
Stran 137 - Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.
Stran 64 - An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust ! Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
Stran 66 - Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Stran 65 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed?
Stran 11 - It tells her, that his only title to the great honour he now does himself is the obligation which he formerly received from her royal indulgence. 'Of this obligation nothing is now known, unless he alluded to her being his godmother. He is said indeed to have been engaged at a settled stipend as a writer for the court. In Swift's Rhapsody on Poetry...
Stran 66 - Where time, and pain, and chance, and death, expire! And is it in the flight of threescore years, To push eternity from human thought, «And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.