The Flight of Time, a PoemM. Anderson and Company, 1845 - 36 pagina's |
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amid Autumn awful banish'd Beneath Bereft BLAIR'S Grave bliss bloom bough bright carriage waited cease to live ceaseless child Christ Christ's atonement clock strikes twelve dear loved death deep deeply versed Departed friend desolate dismal DODDS's Prison Thoughts drooping e'en earth EDINBURGH fade fair fill'd flow'd flowers glorious glory glow gone hallelujahs loud happy Hark heart Heaven's heavenly helpless victims Holy immortal knell lark light of nature looks lost a friend loved friends man's matters of eternal meets the eye melodies mind monstrous sin mourn nature's o'er paradise parent's pass'd pious play'd praise ravages Reason Redeem Reflecting reft rich roused sabled scene schoolboy days solemn sorrowing souls redeem'd sound Speak sudden summer sunny ray sweet swift talk'd Tempus THOMSON's Seasons thou art thought and seriousness throng time's truth uncertain unhallow'd verdant well-loved widow'd wisdom woful yonder YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Pagina 30 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Pagina 25 - 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,...
Pagina 24 - The very first swoln surge shall sweep us in ! Think we, or think we not, time hurries on, With a resistless unremitting stream ; Yet treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief, That slides his hand under the miser's pillow, And carries off his prize. What is this world ? What, but a...
Pagina 18 - Death's shafts fly thick ! Here falls the village swain, And there his pamper'd lord ! The cup goes round, And who so artful as to put it by ? 'Tis long since death had the majority ; Yet, strange ! the living lay it not to heart.
Pagina 25 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Pagina 23 - In the world's hale and undegenerate days Could scarce have leisure for. Fools that we are ! Never to think of Death and of ourselves At the same time : as if to learn to die Were no concern of ours.
Pagina 11 - Invidious grave! how dost thou rend in sunder Whom love has knit, and sympathy made one! A tie more stubborn far than nature's band.
Pagina 28 - See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Pagina 30 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have decayed ; When...
Pagina 17 - This is man's portion, while no more than man : Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; Passions of prouder name befriend us less. Joy has her tears, and transport has her death : Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits and serenes, Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys...