The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 2F. and C. Rivington ; Otridge and Son ; J. Nichols ; J. Sewell ; Longman and Rees ; Cadell and Davies ; G. and J. Robinson ; Vernor and Hood ; J. Walker ; J. Scatcherd ; Ogilvy and Son ; T. Hurst ; J. Mawman ; J. Nunn ; J. Cuthell ; W.J. and J. Richardson ; and J. Bookham, 1802 |
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... smiles , That little engin❜ry , more mischievous Than fleets and armies , and the cannon's murder , Teach me to look a lye ; give me your maze Of gloomy thought , and intricate design , To catch the man I hate , and then devour . My ...
... smiles , That little engin❜ry , more mischievous Than fleets and armies , and the cannon's murder , Teach me to look a lye ; give me your maze Of gloomy thought , and intricate design , To catch the man I hate , and then devour . My ...
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... smile in vanities , and hug a shadow ; Nor have I wisdom to elaborate An artificial happiness from pains : Ev'n joys are pains , because they cannot last . [ Sighs . Yet much is talk'd of bliss ; it is the art Of such as have the world ...
... smile in vanities , and hug a shadow ; Nor have I wisdom to elaborate An artificial happiness from pains : Ev'n joys are pains , because they cannot last . [ Sighs . Yet much is talk'd of bliss ; it is the art Of such as have the world ...
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... smile , when all its shafts are in me . Yet Leonora - She can make time long ; Its nature alter , as she alter'd mine : While in the lustre of her charms I lay , Whole summer suns roll'd unperceiv'd away ; I years for days , and days ...
... smile , when all its shafts are in me . Yet Leonora - She can make time long ; Its nature alter , as she alter'd mine : While in the lustre of her charms I lay , Whole summer suns roll'd unperceiv'd away ; I years for days , and days ...
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... smiles . ALONZO . And canst thou , canst thou part with Leonora ? CARLOS . I do not part with her ; I give her thee . O Carlos ! ALONZO . CARLOS . Don't distrust me ; I'm sincere ; Nor is it more than simple justice in me : This morn ...
... smiles . ALONZO . And canst thou , canst thou part with Leonora ? CARLOS . I do not part with her ; I give her thee . O Carlos ! ALONZO . CARLOS . Don't distrust me ; I'm sincere ; Nor is it more than simple justice in me : This morn ...
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... smile , that which now Sits on thy cheek ; enjoy it whilst thou may'st ; Anguish , and groans , and death , bespeak to - morrow . My Isabella ! ! ISABELLA . What commands my Moor ? ZANGA . My fair ally my lovely minister ! ' Twas well ...
... smile , that which now Sits on thy cheek ; enjoy it whilst thou may'st ; Anguish , and groans , and death , bespeak to - morrow . My Isabella ! ! ISABELLA . What commands my Moor ? ZANGA . My fair ally my lovely minister ! ' Twas well ...
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Page 214 - 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 232 - 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. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Page 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Page 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Page 206 - 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.
Page 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Page 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Page 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Page 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Page 205 - 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.