The New Road to Ruin: A Novel, Volum 1R. Bentley, 1833 - 891 pàgines |
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Pàgina 88 - O thou whose pow'er o'er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest : From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend, Path- motive, guide, original, and end.
Pàgina 180 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pàgina 175 - The bell strikes one. 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?
Pàgina 175 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Pàgina 44 - Oh sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise, By mountains piled on mountains, to the skies? Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Pàgina 233 - Fortune hears th' incessant call, They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall. On ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend, Hate dogs their flight, and insult mocks their end. Love ends with hope, the sinking statesman's door Pours in the morning...
Pàgina 164 - O gentlemen, the time of life is short ; To spend that shortness basely, were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Pàgina 147 - He sucks intelligence in every clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me.
Pàgina 187 - Which is, perhaps, as hard t' imagine right, As to paint Echo to the sight, I would not draw the idea from an empty name ; Because, alas ! when we all die, Careless and ignorant posterity, Although they praise the learning and the wit, And though the title seems to show The name and man by whom the book was writ, Yet how shall...
Pàgina 40 - Why, all delights are vain ; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain : As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth ; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look...