The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts

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J. Sharpe, 1817 - 324 pÓgines
 

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PÓgina 34 - Teaching, we learn ; and giving, we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb, forgot. Speech ventilates our intellectual fire ; Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
PÓgina 38 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
PÓgina 36 - 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.
PÓgina 47 - Denied his wonted succour; nor with more Regret beheld her drooping than the bells Of lilies; fairest lilies, not so fair! '~ Queen lilies ! and ye painted populace ! Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrosial lives!
PÓgina 291 - Retire; — the world shut out: — thy thoughts call home;— Imagination's airy wing repress, — Lock up thy senses; — let no passion stir; — Wake all to reason; — let her reign alone...
PÓgina 278 - The soul of man was made to walk the skies ; Delightful outlet of her prison here ! There, disencumber'd from her chains, the ties Of toys terrestrial, she can rove at large, There, freely can respire, dilate, extend, In full proportion let loose all her powers ; And, undeluded, grasp at something great.
PÓgina 146 - 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.
PÓgina 29 - Where shall I find him? angels, tell me where. You know him ; he is near you ; point him out. Shall I see glories beaming from his brow, Or trace his footsteps by the rising flowers?
PÓgina 246 - There ruminates awhile, his labour lost ; Then cheers his heart with what his fate affords, And chants his sonnet to deceive the time, Till the due season calls him to repose : Thus I...
PÓgina 21 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds; they can tell. Part with it as with life, reluctant; big With holy hope of nobler time to come; Time higher aim'd, still nearer the great mark Of men and angels ; virtue more divine.

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