 | 1836 - 428 страници
...To benemore : — sad cure ! For who tetnUd lose, Though full of pain, Otis intellectual being, Thou thoughts that wander through eternity ! To perish...womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion V Byron, in one of his gloomy moods, agrees with Moloch : " Connt o'er the joys thine hours have seen... | |
 | Richard Cattermole - 1836 - 360 страници
...lo»c, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thought! that wander through eternity I To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide...womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ?" Byron, in one of his gloomy moods, agrees with Moloch : " Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen,... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1837 - 430 страници
...to spend all his rage, And that must end us ; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ! for who would lose, Though full of pain , this intellectual...thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather , swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? and who knows,... | |
 | 1836 - 432 страници
...woutd lose, Though. full of pain, this inteltectual being, Those thoughts that wander through etenuty! To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide...womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion V Byron, in one of his gloomy moods, agrees with Moloch : " Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen... | |
 | 1836 - 140 страници
...drinking. 236. The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. 239. Who would lose, though full of pain, this intellectual...being, those thoughts that wander through eternity ? 240. Others apart, sat on a hill retired, in thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high, of providence,... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1837 - 470 страници
...to spend all his rage, And that must end »s ; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ! for who would lose, Though full of pain , this intellectual...thoughts that wander through: eternity, To perish rather , swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,... | |
 | John Milton - 1837 - 524 страници
...to spend all his rage, And that must end us ; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual...thoughts that wander through eternity., To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,... | |
 | John Milton - 1837 - 426 страници
...to spend all his rage, And that must end us; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ! for who would lose, Though full of pain , this intellectual...thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather , swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? and who knows,... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 страници
...to spend all his rage, And that must end us, that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ; for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual...being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, 30 To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and... | |
 | 1838 - 586 страници
...pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever ? how he can, Is... | |
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To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated Night, Devoid of sense and motion? 
