 From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose, I wake : how happy they, who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied...  Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality - עמוד 1מאת Edward Young - 1839 - 280 דפיםתצוגה מלאה - מידע על ספר זה
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 דפים
...infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous; wheremywreck'd desponding thought From wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Though now restor'd 'tis only change of pain (A bitter change !) severer for severe : The day too short for my... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 דפים
...desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancy'd misery, At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Tho' now restored, 'tis only change of pain, (A bitter...severe. The Day too short for my distress; and Night, Even in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess!... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 דפים
...desponding thought From wave to wave of fancy'd misery, At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Tho' now restored, 'tis only change of pain: A bitter change ! severer, for severe. The day too short forjny distress; and night, Even in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine, to the colour of my... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 826 דפים
...the design : let those at the Mm contrive it better. thrift. Where my wrecked desponding thought Prom wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Yvttng'i Pftght Thought!. Sense is our helmet, wit is but a plume. The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 דפים
...infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wrecked desponding thought isdom's friend her best, if not, worst foe. The Man...guide my pencil, while I draw, What nothing less than snort for ray distress ; and night, E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 דפים
...grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous; where my wreck'd desponding thought, Prom wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Though now restored, 't is only change of pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. Tbe Day too short for my distress... | |
 | James Flamank - 1833 - 414 דפים
...observes, — " I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought From wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove — her helm of reason lost." The imagination is the principal source of genius. It is this which conducts a man to the acquirement... | |
 | Edward Young - 1834 - 370 דפים
...grave. VOL. I. B I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove, her helm of reason lost. Tho' now restor'd, 'tis only change of pain, (A bitter change !) severer for severe. The day too short... | |
 | Stephen Burroughs - 1835 - 372 דפים
...cup of adversity, which I have drained to the dregs. I am, dear sir, &c. STEPHEN BURROUGHS. 133 -" 'Tis only change of pain, " A bitter change ! severer for severe ; " The day too short fur my distress ! and night, " E'en in the zenith of her dark domain, " Is sunshine to the color of... | |
 | Edward Young - 1837 - 556 דפים
...infest the grave. I wake, emerging frem a sea of dreams Tumultuous; where my wreck'd desponding thought. From wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove,...severe: The day too short for my distress; and night, Even in the zenith of her dark domain, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Night, sable goddess!... | |
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